Concrete Cracks

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I'm like the cracks you find in concrete

The ones that form during freezing weather

After water slowly seeped underneath the street

Then that water froze.

The concrete rises

Sometimes cracking, sometimes creating a bump.

These unwanted flaws in the perfect concrete, are me.

They are covered in piles of like material

In attempt to make the street pretty again.

But eventually these cracks are fixed

The bumps are removed.

I am these cracks and bumps.

I have been covered by other people

Better people.

But eventually, people will get tired of me,

And my removal will come

I see it.

And it's coming soon.

A/N
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