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... A whisper on the wind carried news of your impending arrival even the birds held their breath, not even a twig deared snap in anticipation. You were one one of the 12 great mysteries of life. But I  saw through you. You took far more than I was willing to give unwittingly. I am my own mystery, so I whistled sweetly crunching on soft twigs suffering all the hard stares and curses of the woods. But, these are my woods, my fields of green and my happiness never depended on you. I wont hold my breath or on to any false hopes. I know what there is to seek, and what I don't want to find, I know what I am. Do you?
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
The 13th Mystery
... A whisper on the wind carried news of your impending arrival even the birds held their breath, not even a twig deared snap in anticipation. You were one one of the 12 great mysteries of life. But I  saw through you. You took far more than I was willing to give unwittingly. I am my own mystery, so I whistled sweetly crunching on soft twigs suffering all the hard stares and curses of the woods. But, these are my woods, my fields of green and my happiness never depended on you. I wont hold my breath or on to any false hopes. I know what there is to seek, and what I don't want to find, I know what I am. Do you?
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
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