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Dec 2015
He found me in the woods,
One day
Said he knew I was afraid.
Still,
The warmth of his hand on mine
Chased all my fears away.
He left in my palm
An arrowhead,
A gift of strength, of courage,
Of art.
I've since placed it on a chain,
and worn it near my heart.
lX0st
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lX0st  F/Detroit
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