Early morning.
Dark wood.
Lost girl .
Walks towards the city glow.
Jasmine lingering in the cold air.
Rotting leaves squelch, the only sound.
Warm home.
Safe light.
City noise and human smells.
People who pester.
Those who care.
She would rather be lost again.
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