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May 2013
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
Jayme McAvey
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Jayme McAvey  Tennessee
(Tennessee)   
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