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Oct 2012
Come on
mister
let’s see what’s in the forest
let’s play behind the trees
I’ll let you hold my hands

lets climb up in the willows
and kiss behind the curtain
lets walk farther
find a rabbit hole
undo the knots in my tree
my roots are twisted
from your hand in my hair

and soon well find a log cabin
oh I just know it
and the water will be warm
let’s turn my white dress ivory
lets go into the forest
liz
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