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Stronghold



Torchlight hair
snared in that
heinous 90s barrette
A square like
border patrol;
A block I'll never forget

You braved conditions
too human to be weather;
Wrenching the moss toned
umbrella
overblown
It was not a folded artichoke that day

I knew then
right then...
four years old
poring over a downpoured
patio
havens had hearty arms

And I knew my mother
is timber...

not twigs
Written by AtoMikbomb
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