we were roaming around
in those enormous abandoned woods
with nothing but our clothes on the ground
and we would immediately hide behind a tree
when you thought someone was coming,
to shield your small beautiful body
and while the woods were close to the city,
no one came in the end
well, no one but you and me
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Three by Three
PoetryShort stories and experiences. All are three stanzas with three lines.
