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Wilderness

The trees are surrounding us now
Crested by the pale cerulean of the mountains
The little creatures of the trees gaze at us
And I begin to wonder many things
The river flows all around, now
The lake shimmers at the beck of the wind
And as I look at the sallow evening clouds
I think to myself
"What a beautiful prison."
ANATNOM_GNIREFFUS
Written by ANATNOM_GNIREFFUS (Suffering Montana)
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