stumbling upon a hidden entrance
deep in an old abandoned wood
she wandered into a dark labyrinth
more ancient than trees.
running her gentle finger
along rough and dusty walls
turning this way and that
she found her way at last to me.
you do not belong here
my raised voice
how did you get through?
but by then it was too late—
every wall she'd touched had crumbled
light was coming in.
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