trees, leaves, dirt, sky
this is all i see as i run into the woods.
fast, smooth, deadly, beautiful
this is who i am, who i have become.
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Interesting tale. You've created such a mystical atmosphere with this poem. Lovely writing.
the unbearable pain its just me and him he is all that i can see or all that matters i do not notice the pack following or the submission of the others towards us i do not notice nice to soul frank