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in the weald

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Tagged: betwixt and between poetry rewilding
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michael raven

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a path in the middle of a dark forest
Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
gone to wode
in the weald
gone to fever
in the head
would he to wild
oh darkling, at
spanning rivers
in his bed

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