Red Riding Hood

August 16, 2012
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Soft drops of rain fall on my face,
They hide the tears.
A wolf chases me through the wooded maze,
It heightens my fears.
Tree branches slap at my arms and legs,
They slow me down.
The sun hits me like a plague,
Yet fits like a crown.
My red hood slaps in the wind,
It hides my eyes.
I can feel myself nearing the end,
I need a disguise.

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