She had a hold of me.

She had a hold of me
but I escaped
soaked me head to foot
I smiled my childhood pride
walked through her
Showering with her
’bout foot deep
saw the sun
shedding on the other
side
and made it through
and viewed her defeat
army approaching skybound
rolling due east
heading back towards me
viewed from the street
the night an accomplice
sneaking her
until I am beat
sheltered, hiding, indescrete

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