Doc martens

Under then streets

Under pavement and the ground

Lay some roots lay ones boots

Without a sound

Under her pavement lay her

strengths

And some days the roots they rise

Rise against

Under your boots. She was past tense

Look again. Look

again.

What we endure when young

Can’t be unlearned. Its part of

the

fence.

What makes a circle. Can’t be a square

What can’t be undone

Must be part of. (?)

“WHAT’S FAIR”

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