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Jun 2018
as you walk through this forest
you duck under branches and boughs
that are the gnarled fingers of a witch
as she stirs her dark and glassy potion
resembling a puddle you peer into
and gasp when the reflection there isn't you
a creepy little forest story as something different for y'all <3 i guess this would be more appropriate in october but inspiration hit while walking my dog today
Written by
dina  17/F/pacific northwest
(17/F/pacific northwest)   
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