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Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Running wild
Licked my wounds,
and ran into the woods.
Met my stranger untamed self,
and made peace with her.
What an acquaintance!
What a day!
Though it was sunny,
But I could breathe the rain's freshness.
Go to where you came from.
I'm free at last.
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