i shall not be moved
my roots
extend
too deeply
the tides
shall not
sweep
me away
but i shall not be moved
my love
for
you
shifts
the soil
beneath
leaves
my footing
unsure
but i shall not be moved
you’ll have to
come
to me
my insides
have
grown
hooks and barbs
blackened
briars
snake throughout
my body
but i shall not be moved
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
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Sounds a smidge stubborn
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does it? i was going for strength of will and purpose. tomato potato I suppose
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Yes. Tomato Potato. Exactly.
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