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Moon hides from my sight,
Darkness engulfs me inside,
No one hears my cries.
About the Creator
The Missing Ingredient
The first time I saw her, she was wearing a velvety, red ribbon in her hair. She carried a small leather backpack everywhere. She searched the forest by turning stones, checking beneath shrubs, listening to the wind as if it might carry an answer.
By Imola Tóthabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
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