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Jan 2014
Run
Run from the woods
That holds the blood of your soul
Run from the wind
That rips and tears at your clothes
Run from the tree
That bears your shameful name
Because hidden beneath
Leaves and debris
Lies the skin of a little girl
Caroline Grace
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Caroline Grace
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