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Seed
I wish I was stronger stronger stronger, like the seed bundled up in the thinnest shell drills up through rock untangling weed so tender and small ripped apart from mother's womb by gelid hands strong winds in fall patiently waits waits waits buried to darkness lonely and cold when sun slightly kisses she takes off her blanket determined and bold and fights fights fights all by herself everyday strong stretching arms, growing roots "the sky is the limit", she says even when the road is on dirt, and long.
