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Devil’s Den

Denser. Denser. Denser.

Into the forest, I walked.

Down. Down. Down.

I descended into thought.

Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. The Earth drew around. Darker. Darker. Darker. Where could I be found?

Devil. Devil. Devil. Here I called out.

Devine. Devine. Devine.

I needed to believe in myself.

Done. Done. Done.

Out of the den, I walked.

Dawn. Dawn. Dawn. From then I followed the sun.

Ivana Cajina

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