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Apr 2015
Her honey colored hair glows in the moonlight.
Her skin pale as a ghost.
The black sky is standing still.
It’s so quiet you can almost hear the
trees whispering.
A shadow is standing just
inches apart.
She doesn’t know that her death is
seconds away.
This is night horror,
The shadow whispers.
She screams loudly.
Her feet take her deeper in the forest.
She hears a sad lullaby in the distance.
The shadow has reached her.
“This is what you chose,”
He says.
Her eyes close.
She falls.
Suddenly, everything is darker than before.
But everything is now peaceful.
No more horror.
In the dark starry night.
asija
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asija
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   Arlo Disarray
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