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MiKayla Evans, WHS Reporter

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Twisted

As the blood moon starts to fade
The wolves come out to play
Dark and deep I travel onto thee
Wondering till I cannot move my feet
Silently I started to keep
I listen onto thee
Slow ruffling, I hear
Hark!
I am not alone in these woods
Panic, I must not but.
Terror coursed through my veins
Which causes me to shake
On my feet on which I stand
I run…

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