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Grass

Grass comes apart wen I lie down on it Seperate and flat Youth is seperate, lives unto itself No need to glance in a mirror, see the damage done by the surgeon of years, see hanging flesh, scar tissue of time, creasing in places that once shined like grass

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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