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scarlet-woods
A large, bony hand comes out of the darkness And ruffled my hair I looked up and saw a tall man He seemed to lack a face He said, "Do not fear, child. I only want to play." He took me to his manor and said "Now, you are here to stay."
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
Darkest Friend A Child Can Have