Scab

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    Scab
    I am just a scab
    That people pick until it bleeds
    I keep coming back
    In a new hatred soul
    You underestimate
    The power i contain
    I am dead above ground
    On your skin, digging deeper, and deeper
    Sucking out everything you are
    And everything you withold
    Sucking the life and soul
    Of who you are
    And then
    You become a nobody
    Like me
    And then
    You will understand
    The power i contain

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    stever commented on Scab

    01-16-2010

    I am that scab i am the hate we love to love.. the devil without the kid gloves'''write on;;;; STEVER
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    Gracey commented on Scab

    10-18-2009

    I love this, the way you went around using a scab as a person...really like the idea :)
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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