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  • I chose winding paths and wandered, aimless.
    The woods and I; we knew each other well,
    But this day we sit together, nameless.

    We explored and played our games, shameless,
    White pines in swamps and ferns on shaded hills;
    We chose winding paths and wandered, aimless.

    The woods were home and all else was faceless;
    It knew the broken things I cannot tell,
    But this day we sit together, nameless.

    One spring all sacred things regrew amiss.
    My companions abandoned me to Hell.
    I chose winding paths and wandered, aimless.

    I forgot the Way, and though I’m blameless,
    I try to remember, under a spell,
    But this day we sit together, nameless.

    I’ve remembered our unspoken sameness,
    That names are traps, death, dark jail cells.
    I chose winding paths and wandered, aimless,
    But this day we sit together, nameless.
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