Roots rising, ripped and plucked.
Torn from the soiled soul of pasts now fucked.
Planted seeds buried watered and grown.
Taken away into the complete unknown.
Familiarity replaced by new surroundings Rougher dirt makes for misplaced groundings.
Pulled, removed from all one knows.
Pausing a halt and waiting on h2o to flow.
Dug, jerked, shoveled into place.
Feeling the void of filling up something else’s space.
Shoved into the dust and stuck with her nature.
Within patches here and there, this is major.
Held down by the gravity of the situation.
Backing down from the over whelming intimidation.
Uprooted to soon for comfort Laying still for the cause to convert.
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