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Fold into the Forest

Fold into the forest

Find me where streams confide

A flooded grove, so quiet

Leaves tumble in the dark

As the night glows louder

See me dance upon the water

I could hold you up here

Your skin under my hands

Our spines awake like fire

We flicker luminescent

Risk all your yester-efforts

Let your shadows fall

🎨/📷 by Gustav Klimt, Beech Forest I, 1903


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