Trees

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I wake up in a cold sweat,
Undergrowth freshly damp beneath my body
The moon a glowing sliver over the top of my head,
How did I get here?

My mind, a foggy jumble of thoughts
Bunched up together so I can't remember
When, and why I did come here,
How will I find my way back?

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