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Mirabelle’s neck tingles as matted, ash brown hairs wisp across her exposed skin. She can sense herself shrinking with every minute that drags on. Confused as to where she is and wondering how she got there; she remains still and attempts to appear calm. Then, she becomes aware of a distracting f... - Poetry > Free VerseMoist ground evaporates under my feet. I trudge through layers of thick, Goopy mud and sodden ground. Lost on a forbidden path Searching for the hidden. The hidden is tough to find, Yet easy to uncover. And its rough feathers tickle my nose. While its shrill whispers sting my ear. A thr...
