In the woods
Past the wooden graffitti grain
In the heart of what seems dark
Often lies the answer
Often lies the key
Often lies the belly of what will be
In the remoteness
Past the pool of what may seem floatless
In the mind of what we are meant to find
Often lies the truth of the human kind
Often lies the silver of the key
Often lies the unlocked state to just be
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