Nemophilist

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When I was a kid,
They told me not to play in the woods,
But I couldn't help it.

The light was mesmerizing,
The darkness was infatuating.

The coldness sent shivers down my spine,
The way the wind hit me was divine.

My heart was at ease,
All the thoughts and pain would seize.

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