creek
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When I am at the river I am a child again traipsing enthusiastically across her shores. When I am at the riverI search for flat rocksto skip across the water, gigglingas they bounce four, five, six times. When I am at the riverI wade into the crys
Something told me to take a walk.
I listened.
I grabbed the dog and out we went
Down to the woods where the wild things live.
Chris, my dear
listen here
of my words
you should not fear.
Too bad I can't be very near
in case I break your heart.
Stepping over that imaginary line between
Suburbia
And
Darkness
The woods are going to eat you up
