I walked through wistful and weary woods,
Bearing baggy clothes and soft cotton hoods.
I met a wolf who gave me a stark secret,
Steadfast and shaking in slithering spirit.
I set off to alternate and alien lands,
But remained the dark, dirty secret in my course, cut hands.
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-Fun fact, this forest picture is one that I took! I'd use more of my own pictures, but so often Wattpad despises me using anything I've taken and never loads the blasted things!-
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Poetry#63 in #poetry - 24/Nov/2021 - - - I have chosen to speak in routine rhyme time after time after time. But still I stand surprised at all inside my mind that I find. Be it good or be it bad, I have been given words and ways to tell you that I...