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Into the woods, I flee,
Yearning to be set free.
I don’t know which way to go.
I turn around, to and fro.
A light shines between the trees.
I peek between the thick leaves.
No one is on the path.
I can do simple math.
It’s them against me.
I’ll never be free.
THE DEAD GAME
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