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Date Written: November 5, 2017



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

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