In the forest of scarlet
I was lost
Trailing next to a trickling stream
Light sprinkled in through the
I trudged through the thistle that reached
The sun began to set, the path
The smell of copper and metal greeted my senses and landed
On my tongue.
Scrapes and cuts through
Where the branches
Eventually I could go on
Fallen and spread out on the red-painted
I succumbed to the forest which
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