Shallow

Long locks
Cute tops
And they call me shallow
Rip and cut
Till it up
And leave the field fallow
Flowers wilt
Petals fall
And a tree becomes hollow
Wait and watch
Till the weeds pop
Cause their roots aren’t shallow

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