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Feb 2013
Deep in the forest I unclothe myself
Unwrap the canvas from my left foot; right foot
Step into layers of cotton, silk and wood
To be alone here is not similar to back then

Walk over to the dimly lit branches
And climb inside the home waiting for me
Made of mud, sticks, rocks, moss, branches
And inside a carved chair sits entirely still

I roam the woods at once when my eyes are stirred from sleep
I lay my palms upon the bark of wild berry trees
And **** the nectar from the queen of all the bees
Finding comfort in a nature both the dry spells and the steam

My body is not a temple, my body is not a trap
My body is cells and bones and skin
With love inside of that

Nature nurtures to my heart, my soul is kept miles apart
So only in the deepest woods will I unseal the soul I struck
With golden chains and silver locks to save me from the world
The suffering of the world

I stay inside the woods today, I stay inside the woods tomorrow
I have not forgotten the woods at all, although my heart has been hallowed
I hide between the bushes and I sit in the carved chair
The one that you carved for me years ago and decided to put in there

Things are weary since you've gone, left the forest all alone
But I still feel your spirit flying near me as it has been all along

Deep in the forest I soothe my own wounds
I treat my own burns, I pick my own scars
But only once they have fully healed

I am all the things I do to others until others disappear
And then I am what's inside of me and that's what you'll find here
Angel
Written by
Angel  Buffalo
(Buffalo)   
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