Forest Lovers

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Lets run away into the woods 

Have our skin become tree bark 

Our blood, sap 

Our eyes frozen to the sky above

Let us grow old next to each other over years that pass like seconds.

Entangle your roots with mine and never leave 

Give me nothing less, and I will be happy until my body becomes ash for next lovers that forest welcomes

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