Refer to me not as the squall - for I was the Chickadee bathing in it's watery toll In December snow I was the exposure - of naked skin seeking closure Alone at the shore in fear of mossy stepping - stones that led to the popular side of the River Life & Love A besieged Castle chess piece facing diagonal attack A burlap sack filled with lessons of stone across a tired back* ...
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