she loved the smell of pine.
she lived in a forest filled with them.
she loved the looks,
the smell,
the animals hiding in them,
the colour,
but most of all she loved the word;
because the pine trees replaced the pining she still had for him.
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poetry and prose
Short Storymy attempt of writing stuff, mostly short stories and free verse poetry please remember this is an attempt, i would appreciate the reviews though :)
