Old Scab

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
still healing

Submitted: July 11, 2017

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Submitted: July 11, 2017



sup old fool!

u still here, i see u

i feel u ,fading!

a thief in the night, that you aren't

scale walls,raise alrms, thats not who you is

smooth operator

gentle breeze blew u in, like a savanna grass seed seeking fertile land

over time and space

cracks in the foundation u laced them

far and deep, your roots tap

drinking from the dirty water beneath


divisions, addition.nooo!

shit dont add up, divide divide divide


But what good is a conman kingdom

No queen, no colony

No castle?

constructs misconstrued

All crackle and pop, fading 

up in smoke,like singe of the indica buds

divine things, no duds

i take flight,higher than your deepest roots

ow! i see u from up here

Are u for real old foe

you ready to fall !

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