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Poor Souls

I see faces in the trees

All those souls lost in this great wood

Living their last days

Confused and hungry

Those poor lost souls

They went for a hike never to return

The faces call out to me

Join us, join us, come be our friend

Its how they lure in other souls

That's how poor souls get lost

In these beautifully dangerous woods

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jayme-mcavey
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May 28, 2013
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