Mar 2017

Like an apple you would peel
till all my skin was gone
My inner self revealed
my walls werent up for long
Id let you have a taste
until you reached my core
No substance left to give
i entertain no more

Throw me in the trash
with others you devoured
Ill find my way to dirt
and help to grow a flower

Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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