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Silent be the trees


in these strange surroundings
silent be the trees
the ground
the mosses beneath thy feet
~red

how this beauty can be deceiving
a deadly threat so near ~a mere breath away

you should not stay child
~do not linger here

you will not survive
~you will die instead


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