Forcefield

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He bears

A forcefield

In his hands.

He bears

A forcefield,

A forcefield

In his hands.

He bears

A forcefield,

In his hands,

In his hands.

It is against

Shocked faces

Of bullies

And folks you could call

Friends.

He acts as a shield

Against every trend.

He was a voice

In her head,

To give reminders

Even though

He was dead.

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A poet that loves to express herself through pretty words and the occasional spooky tale 🌲☁️

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Erika Fischer-Laine

Erika Fischer-Laine

A poet that loves to express herself through pretty words and the occasional spooky tale 🌲☁️

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