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Nov 2020
i am everything he is
and everything he isn't.
the good, the bad, & the better.
maybe i am just a seed
fallen from a poisoned tree,
but I have uprooted
and sought nourishment;
the kind he could never provide.
and now,
I am a taller, stronger
breath of fresh air.
no bows only rain
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no bows only rain  26/F/Columbus, OH
(26/F/Columbus, OH)   
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   Colm, Beau Donner and Leo
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