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The killer's woods
A quiet place
filled with pine trees,
a gentle stream with birds that love to sing
walk into its heart
screaming shall start
along with a few body parts
Eyes,
glued to trees
and hung on strings
blue for daylight
green for night
legs,
hanging low in trees
waiting to trip
or sometimes just standing
on the ground
arms,
hanging on branches
gently swaying in the wind
to touch someone
and make them think
countless corpses
created this heart
year after year
touring tourists go by
unwittingly saying "goodbye"
into the killer's woods
filled with pine trees,
a gentle stream with birds that love to sing
walk into its heart
screaming shall start
along with a few body parts
Eyes,
glued to trees
and hung on strings
blue for daylight
green for night
legs,
hanging low in trees
waiting to trip
or sometimes just standing
on the ground
arms,
hanging on branches
gently swaying in the wind
to touch someone
and make them think
countless corpses
created this heart
year after year
touring tourists go by
unwittingly saying "goodbye"
into the killer's woods
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