The Coin
A coin on the ground
it rumbles and shakes.
Dirt thrown on top
it’s lost its sake.
Weed touch its rough edges
welcome to your new home.
Passes now a wandering eye
a hand that feed will now roam.
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I write because it's how I speak to the world.
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