Oaken Babe
I gave you pages
Haunt me
No more
Bathe
All you wish
Here
Amongst the forest floor
Let the twigs
Rake your hair
As the moss
Entangles
Inhale the perfume
Turning demons
To angels
Petrichor
Fairy’s door
And
Pine needles too
No one escapes
What the woods
Can do
For you
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