Some Strange Forest

Talk to me.
I’ve been so lonely,
and I grow tired of
the circular shapes
that my thoughts tend
to tread.

I want nothing better
than to listen to you speak.
You are a stranger,
and enemy to my city,
but your love of nature
excites me, and reminds me
of a younger self.

I didn’t expect you,
but when you started speaking
it was nice. Long before my
two-hundred year slumber,
I’d have many friends like you.

Home has treasure,
and we part ways
to hopefully become friends,
I think?

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