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H-A-U-N-T-E-D F-O-R-E-S-T, A Pictureless Poem

Headed deep into the wood, Around us it grew dark, Up ahead a stranger stood, No others in this park, Turned to us, his face a mask, Eyes were glowing red, Dripped some blood into a flask, Filled our cores… Read More ›

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