poem

social experiment adult question i said it
i delt it draw the blue prints the tenement
paths doors closes and pitches a mind fit
i step away from what should be as scars
chains trie and hold back a studio from
the hold a key that hold more than loch
streets with steps of a wean in blood
words on repeat lie the ignorant few

[my words lee smillie]

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