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Out of the Woods
by Åsa Pape

I lived all those lives, but never lived at all.
I was in the clearing in the woods.
The trees above my naked eyes.
That sudden hush as the forest held its breath.
And then, an endless moment later,
Birds and trees and wind rushed back to life
And went on about their business,
As I died and never told a living soul.
My cave beneath bracken and fern
Has only room for one.

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