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Mar 2016
and so I waited in the dark wood
the wind howling, making me a nervous wreck as
my patience grew thin.
where was he?
a howl could be heard in the wind
causing my nails to embed themselves
in the bark of the tree behind me
Written by
thund3r-bird  25/F
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