My son.
He's a vigilante
lives off the grid,
my kid,
some think he's odd 'cause he
hides in a cave,
the one that he made,
for protection.
He strives for perfection.
He's just like me;
abhors negativity.
He's a vigilante,
fights for the good in
others,
sometimes ignoring his own,
while sacrificing for his brother.
He's an open soul,
my son,
my partner in creativity.
He's a vigilante,
like me,
his mother.
ldn
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