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Unabated Who
There are shadows
wooing the trees,
Inclined to secrecy
my heart stops
To listen, who's who;
an owl in my dreams,
Ghostly woken,
I wonder at the moon.
wooing the trees,
Inclined to secrecy
my heart stops
To listen, who's who;
an owl in my dreams,
Ghostly woken,
I wonder at the moon.
Published 1st Apr 2015
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1st Apr 2015 9:49am
I've gone to the woods at night out of curiosity. I haven't done it in a long time. Maybe I'm getting too old to keep proving to myself I'm fearless. The woods are alive with its own kind. You never know who'll find you.
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