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Freedom's Fort by Julia Soft,
my ears my wall of wrath.
sweet words ooze sluggishly in
As my 1
Kim
love endeavors to dismantle
build up block-by-block in solid granite slabs
The walls of rock
that begin to engulf
me
in
immenseness and
depth.
Betrayed successively.
The mask of my lover's beguilement becomes as transparent as a young woman's summer skirt when doused by the ocean's waters. I
will feign
innocence no longer.
Too much pain was exposed before the walls were And now, with its construction complete, I
feel shielded in its periphery.
And
there
I
Away from Away from
will remain.
destruction.
You.
raised;
