Ghosts howling could be heard echoing in the forest, hollowing out the most thickest and toughest of trees, Bringing even the most beautiful flowers to their knees, as there shriveled corpses dance in the breeze, with mushrooms at the trees roots, on the ground their lay rotting fruits, the willow tree's head seem to hang lower...
Ghosts howling could be heard echoing in the forest, hollowing out the most thickest and toughest of trees, Bringing even the most beautiful flowers to their knees, as there shriveled corpses dance in the breeze, with mushrooms at the trees roots, on t... poetry stories
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Just a poem :3

Ghosts howling could be heard echoing in the forest, hollowing out the most thickest and toughest of trees, Bringing even the most beautiful flowers to their knees, as there shriveled corpses dance in the breeze, with mushrooms at the trees roots, on the ground their lay rotting fruits, the willow tree's head seem to hang lower...

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