Monday, February 6, 2012


You can't drag me back to that place.
I stand on firm ground now.
The mud has dried and cracked,
Leaving only dust.

You can't drag me down now.
I cling to roots, pull myself
Up in this tree. Soon I will reach
Up to the leaves.

The hole you still wallow in
Sinks far below me, and I
Smile wide at the


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