The Forest
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Last published Mon, Apr 30, 2018
And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul..
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He breathes out "I want you to show me every frightening thought you've ever had. I want your eyes to crack my thoughts; I want your words to tear my darkness apart...".
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Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and I lifted it's whisper to my lips, maybe it was the voice of the rain crying, a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
~Pablo Neruda
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