the smell of the pine trees is something on my mind.
the smell of the creek so nice and easy to find.
the brim chill that nips the tip of my nose.
if you have a creek who needs a water whose.
when the breeze blows and that chill goes up my spine.
i can hear wolves howl where seems to be the tree line.
i haven’t slept well ever since i lived off the land.
but the needing of being comfort does no have a high demand.


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