by rico devante
it grows like a sharp rat tooth
it cuts like broken glass
it cracks like aging pavement
it festers like gunshot wounds
it stinks like pissed on dandelions
and vanishes like hope
copyright 2009
Poetry is the language of imagination. Poetry is a form of positive creation. - KRS One
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