MY WALK being secret and smart the woods makes the loggers' road disappear I find my trespass through a tangle of lopped branches threads pulled from my clothes leave a sign are a sign of my being here from elsewhere what I have decided
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MY WALK being secret and smart the woods makes the loggers' road disappear I find my trespass through a tangle of lopped branches threads pulled from my clothes leave a sign are a sign of my being here from elsewhere what I have decided