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My Opening

the abandoned treehous lights flikered wile the crows flyed by 

the trees lite up like the beaming sun on a hot day

the silent  haunted people wile they strutted down the hill

I wonder how a well known street has became so gloomy could it be …

when ever u leave a trail

she follows you …

always look behind your back when you cross the trail of this eerie forest