Standoff

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Slitting your eyes won’t change me.

I am solid as the stone,

With which I am affixed.

Hiding behind your truck,

Preparing to tear me up,

Patiently hoping for me to cave.

I will not be moved.

I will not be shaken.

I will not be provoked.

For what you see as profit,

I see as sustenance.

Without this life,

We will die.

So you see,

It is really you,

I am trying to save.

Let me save you.

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