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Tenacious Quill

Horror Tragedy

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Tenacious Quill

Horror Tragedy

Ghostly Silence

Ghostly Silence

1 min
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I stood at the end of the day

Peering at sunset clouds so bold and powerful

Yet without a hint of color but white and shades of gray.


My soul reached out as it shouted into the void.


I waited.

Nothing.


My ghost has gone.


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