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She runs through the

dark depths of the woods,

she doesn't know

what she runs from.



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Is there something chasing her?



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Is she afraid to be alone?



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Is she running away from life itself?



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What is it she runs from?



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She is lost,

she stops to look around

there's nothing,

but dead silence.



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Where is she headed?



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She doesn't know.



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The mist settles in the

depths of darkness,

she hears noises.



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Where are they coming from?



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She looks....

but sees nothing.



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She is lost to the night

she runs....

there is nowhere to hide,

the darkness scares her.



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There is no light

from the moon

to help guide her way,

th wind howls

through the trees.



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She stops....

her heart beats

hard and fast.



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As she looks around,

she realises she's lost....



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Lost to the darkness

of the woods forever.



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Copyright Cynthia Jones

Apr.25/2004