The Rebuild Walt Marie
Cordoned off inside of a weak bubble,
flimsy.
My ginger touch could never crack
iron.
Bold moves aroused those senses
with haste.
Waited so long healing feels all wrong.
Fought that.
The rebuild came back with a vengeance,
won out.
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