You will not catch her,
You were never meant to.
She waves between the winds
like red smoke,
carrying the scent of dusk
and danger.
A fox is not a question,
but the answer that refuses to explain.
A ripple of flame
in the still pond of night.
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You will not catch her, You were never meant to. She waves between the winds like red smoke, carrying the scent of dusk and danger. A fox is...
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