The forest knows
your secret
toes
Rumpelstiltskin shows
there are no holes in his hoes
Bros
kissing in the stream
past midnight
I miss a flight
The forest calls
brings me to my knees
and whispers
secrets of caftans and brie
drunk in glee
after midnight tea
and a sea
of turtles passing by
I fly over the forest
and find the captive prince
Five thousand quid if you bring his head
alive
this is no science fiction
If you went to the forest
will you find yourself
as you went to ruins
or someone else?
In the forest
I digress
My life is no longer a mattress of a mess
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