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Wander through brush.
Through thick wood.
Over briar and sorrel,
stepping and never seeing.
Never needing rest or repose.
The day begins its end.
The night rises,
ever so dark,
ever so black.
But one misplaced step
spells chaos.
One misplaced step
into seeming oblivion
Tumbling down,
down, down,
into the never-ending scope
of the unknown.
Consumed by woods,
eaten by the thickets.
The insanity of utter isolation
and disorientation.
After wandering for endless nights
where sunlight never penetrates,
and not even the light of the moon
can guide the way:
Salvation in starvation.
So when wandering
the Primrose Paths
remember to heed these words.
Remember each step could be your last.
'Cause one misplaced step
spells chaos.
One misplaced step
is all it takes
to bring you down

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