We Grow Like Trees

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Weeds:

these weeds
were never mistaken
for wheat

no tares as far
as the needle's
eye can see

torn
from the earth

then piled
and burned

forsaken
forgotten
forlorn

these weeds
no longer
a part of me
Posted by Thane at 9:00 PM

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