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Wild eyed, crashing midst the spectral trees,

As mournful howl drifts on the breeze;

Gasping as she runs in fright,

Through dark and dread-filled night,

To escape the fear;

Becoming clear;

Stalking near;

Not dreams,



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Amina Fix

Thu 13th Oct 2016 04:43

Poetically and hauntingly creepy. ?

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