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I remember as a child- peeking over the window, to a ticking sound, from a pitch black cloak, hiding a creature on the ground. A shadow of a haunting sparrow, with a knife atop a pole. I simply stared and giggled, as I felt the lifeless soul. Unsure of what to think, I believe I heard a voice. Said it, "I weaved a basket." Then left he, a silent noise. Baffled! The atmosphere was like scent so taint. "The basket soon has become a case." The words were wispy and growing faint, like the words were sent away. I was hesitant to follow it, and I don't recall why I didn't. I found myself the sturdy floor, and my friend, 'the cloaked one' was now no more.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
BaSkEt CaSe
I remember as a child- peeking over the window, to a ticking sound, from a pitch black cloak, hiding a creature on the ground. A shadow of a haunting sparrow, with a knife atop a pole. I simply stared and giggled, as I felt the lifeless soul. Unsure of what to think, I believe I heard a voice. Said it, "I weaved a basket." Then left he, a silent noise. Baffled! The atmosphere was like scent so taint. "The basket soon has become a case." The words were wispy and growing faint, like the words were sent away. I was hesitant to follow it, and I don't recall why I didn't. I found myself the sturdy floor, and my friend, 'the cloaked one' was now no more.
I'm not really friends with Grimm Reaper. That'd be scary.
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
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