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By Shadow Of The Fire
They finally found me, all i can do is hope they dont find me, but no, its too late... (art credited to dermamred on deviantart.com)
beside the nettles that scorched and stung me as a child
there grew a leaf they called a 'doc-leaf'
which rubbed on the weal , abated the pain..
There is always something equally curative beside each of our trials and tribulations .
but you've got to look..