I have wandered off the path that was beaten down for meHere the brush is verdant and wildI stumble through their reaching armsBranches and burrs clutch and clingTheir hands batter and halt my stepTheir fingers write on my flesh in black and blueTheir persistence consumes meTheir numbers confound meand yet I love them.  Green and aliveShadowed and defiantUnapologetic in survivalthis is my crusadeto...

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