Her hair was ruffled, her expression strange.
She wore a dress of innocence, her eyes shimmering with mischievous delight.
She beckoned me to follow, and I was enraptured.
Off the beaten path I followed, hoping to be led astray.
Her grip was loose, a choice I was given, not a regret to be made.
Long hair trailed behind her, the color of dirt and hay, in my eyes a earthly halo.
A forest so deep, its creatures so alluring.
Her hair was ruffled, and off the beaten path I followed.
Not a regret to be made.

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