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Moonlight

She can feel the full moon drawing her, closer, and closer.

Eyes open wide, her pupils suffused over her green eyes.

Slowly turning her soul black, the moonlight whispered her name.

She followed the voice that extended across the land.

Each step drawing her closer to darkness, and to no return.

She arrived at the edge of the forest stopping dead in her tracks.

She looked back gla...

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october fever

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