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Shadows dance over sandy rocks
beside a fog-covered river
one that even makes brave souls shiver
a crow chilling call mocks
makes little girls knees lock
tree limbs quiver
the crows calling become bitter
the river knocks
against the shore
the river cries out in fear
a girl nears
her cries mourn
her emotions come out here
down her cheeks run the tears
beside a fog-covered river
one that even makes brave souls shiver
a crow chilling call mocks
makes little girls knees lock
tree limbs quiver
the crows calling become bitter
the river knocks
against the shore
the river cries out in fear
a girl nears
her cries mourn
her emotions come out here
down her cheeks run the tears
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A piece I wrote a couple years ago, and was on an old account.
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Your rhything skills can't be topped. Now, this needs to become a story or something