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Sometimes, I would like to get lost. Maybe, in the woods. Among the trees and the spider webs. Beside the creatures and the streams. Amid the splinters and the poisons. I would like to not find my way. I would like to remain absent. And then, perhaps, Mother Nature would find it in her heart to wash the blood from my wounds with her tender showers, like in the Disney movies. And then I might gather myself beneath a leafy shelter as the thunderheads climax above me, and sleep. Sometimes, I would like to not wake. |
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