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Ursula Wolf Jul 2022
He seemed out of the world
The words in his notebook
Swirled with curiosity.
A rhyme led him into the woods
And reality became a sacrilege.
He took different forms, as
An ever changing mask;
The letters burnt his own self away
And he became no one, but the
Never ending stories in his pen.

— The End —