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Love Is A Forest Love is the dark path, the trip through the midnight forest. Love is the hoot-owl sounding its warning, the thin, keening cry of the bean sidhe as she flees along the leafy floor. Love is the ceaseless soughing of the moonless wind, And the desperate, dreadful shriek As the trap snaps shut...
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May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC
POEMS IN THE DARK II
Love Is A Forest Love is the dark path, the trip through the midnight forest. Love is the hoot-owl sounding its warning, the thin, keening cry of the bean sidhe as she flees along the leafy floor. Love is the ceaseless soughing of the moonless wind, And the desperate, dreadful shriek As the trap snaps shut...
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May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC
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