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Jun 2016
He's lost
Stumbling
Pine cones crushing beneath his feet
Getting whipped by the trees
Covered in cuts
From the spiky leaves he brushed
In a rush
Running from trust
He's being chased
Hunted
His life is on the line
Gasping out of breath
He can't be caught
He rather be lost
Written by
devante moore  24/M
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