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The forest
The forest said nothing.
The humans came
with their songs, their laughter
and their ways.
A crumpled receipt,
a whisper of plastic caught in the grass,
a shoe that forgot the way back,
a can bleeding rust
and the empty glass.
The forest grew still,
in shadow
holding in.
by Carmen Driscu
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