January 25, 2011
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Like dirt on my shoes
I scrape you away,
And throw you back into
The cracked sidewalk grooves.

I avoid talking to you
Like a bum on the street.
The darkness of your charcoal eyes,
are like glaciers resting on my spine.

You were expelled from school,
Everyone cheered that was cool.
You preyed like a lion,
To crunched down on us,
Like teeth on a,
fresh Nacho Dorito chip.

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