WHO GOES THERE?

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Into the woods, I flee,

yearning to be set free.

I don’t know which way to go.

I turn around, to and fro.

A light glimmers between the trees.

I peek between the hanging leaves.

I see no one on the lit path.

I can do the simple math.

It’s them against me.

I’ll never be free.

THE DEAD GAME