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December 14, 2023
By Anonymous

It was a gloomy morning. Shadows cast across her room.

Loud screeches fill the cold brisk air. A dark presence rolls through the sky.

She creeps towards the window, and grim emotions fill her head. 


The moon holds its breath. There is a haunting beauty in the dark presence embrace. 

The dark creatures dance with secrets in the sky. In the shadows they play. Ink black feathers cast the twilight.



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