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7d
as i tread through the forest's depth,
many paths made itself seen.
one clear and candid, unlike the restz
begging me to go in.

but I hesitated - of course I did,
before choices that lot.
"Time is ticking - hurry up, kid,
dare you walk where all have not?"

"Not really", I answered,
after quite a long pause.
only silence came after,
that's all I needed to know...
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   Pippa Christie
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