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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Jul 22, 2014

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A gust of wind
Blowing through our hair
The dead leaves
Cracking under our feet
The night sky
A blanket over our heads
And the full moon
Blessing us with its silver light
A perfect night for us hunters
To look for our prey

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I was thinking about nocturnal predators (like bats) when I wrote this. Creepy, huh?

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Warm-Vibe

Edited Jul 28, 2014

I was picturing a romantic scene like in movies then I saw last to lines, I was so off.
True, I watched this stuff on documentaries.

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