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Through the Brambles
Through the Brambles
The excitement and exhilaration of things to come
are obscured only by the path of over growth before me.
Hidden roots and twisted vines grab at my heals,
Tripping me up into a
falling,
stumbling
sprint,
Ca…cat’catching myself!
Moving forward once again…….
Old roots dig deep into the earth,
Pulling all downwards
Into the rich,
dark,
decay
below
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