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Oct 2012
Fox
When I was young
I lived like a fox in her den,
fell asleep in a spring daze,
woke up and I had aged.

Where went my dreams?

Oh I hear your whisper,
into your embrace.

Was it all a mistake?
I dig a rabbit's grave.
wandabitch
Written by
wandabitch  Promethea
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