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The Rootbound Kin (Draft 1)

They rise from soil not as weeds,
but as witnesses—
born of blood, burden, and the brave ones who stayed.
Their names were prayers before they were bones.
And though the roots run tangled,
they still reach for light.

Poppy Field
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MamaBodhi@mamawolfgallery

Tacoma, WA 98402

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