I find myself in the woods
But the woods are my hands
And the roots reach deep into my crumbling dirt flesh
In search of water
I search for water.
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PoetryBasic poetry with some mature content. Revolving around morality, desire and some partial regrets I have warned you...there is some content for 18+...so yah. Also I'm not that good at this so bare with me.
woods
I find myself in the woods
But the woods are my hands
And the roots reach deep into my crumbling dirt flesh
In search of water
I search for water.
