Part 20

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I want nothing more

than to curl

upon the forest floor,

shivering yet safe.

I will lay

with the dead leaves,

damp blankets against

my skin.

I will wait

for the roots of the old trees

to grow over me.

Rain or shine, 

I will be there -

decaying. 

cannot see the forest for the trees

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