I am.


I am a forest
I am a forest
a wicked plea to the wild
I am
I am wild
I am the eyes that scorn your every move
the teeth that snarl so bitterly
the ears that hear your plea
plea to me.
I am wild
I am the trees
the roots
the leaves
I am good
If you are kind to me.

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