This Backwood In The Suburbs
This backwood in the suburbs
Untamed wild, streeted round.
Near but with far sensations
Vulnerably blown through.
Crossing and tracking, lose me
Whom to follow would dare!
Nights, know what the lost feel!
Whom spooked are tree shades by.
Whilst as a fear-rush bats fly
In fox cub hear wolf's clue.
warringal park
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