The Fort
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sometimes you have to wrestle with authority
Build your fort and be its watchman
Wound me with silence or cut me with words
Humiliate me, remove happiness
Put me in lonely company
Make me autarkic
I will battle with whispers
I will hide in plain sight
I will sulk in the now
I will kill with looks
I can cry in secret
Copyright © Anais Vionet | Year Posted 2020
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