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Apr 2014
Running through the forest,
Was she being chased?
The path becomes more narrow,
The tress forbade any escape.
What was she looking for
In the dark realms of the wood?
Why did she believe that she could find love in the unforgiving forest?
That, my friend, is something I've truly never understood
Mae Walker
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