it's useless
to dig
up these vines
embedded in the hard
ground.
these weeds
that were here
before you.
it's pointless
to try and kill
what lies
below,
what keeps growing
in the light, in
the dark.
no shovel
can dig them up.
no rake can sweep them away.
no poison.
they're there for
good, for the duration.
ignore and look
beyond the fence
where the flowers are.
don't let them
take you under too.
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