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The Forest
Green limbs covered in moss
Contemplate darkest thoughts
Passion hybernating
Deep
Deep...
Awaiting the new spring,
Warmth of the sun will bring
Yawning heartache anew
Mine
Mine...
Old man's beard reaches down
To touch the barren ground
Churned leaves into the soil
Tossed
Tossed...
Moist are the lips of fall
Face I cannot recall
Deep within my last soul
Bound
Bound...
Stretching forth sunken eyes
Forgetting last goodbyes
Misshapen spine to heal
Pale
Pale...
Roots gnarled and eaten through
Burrow once more into
Memories dead with time
Old
Old...
