Jun 2010
As the forest grew
so did he.
In the dark underbrush
of the bright tree line;
among the creatures
big and small.
he hid there, in the forest
as his hate began to grow.
so did he.
In the dark underbrush
of the bright tree line;
among the creatures
big and small.
he hid there, in the forest
as his hate began to grow.
Written by
Daniel august
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