Dodging branches and leaves,
Her feet pound on the compacted ground.
Quick escape!
Hurtling over roots and stumps,
Trampling flowers.
Quick escape!
Destroying ferns,
Running through the tall grass.
Quick escape!
Running from an unseen enemy,
Whose gnarled hands want a hold on her heart.
Quick escape!
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