my poem

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Crunch Crunch

The crushing of leaves startles me

Crunch Crunch

The sound seems to be getting closer

Cunch Crunch

I want to move but my feet are frozen

Crunch Crunch

Quiter

The sound is going the other direction

Im safe

A heavy sigh leaves my lips

BAM

I scream

Laughter then fills the dark forest

A small finger touches my shoulder

"Tag your it"

The boy the dashes away from me

Crunch Crunch

The sound of crushing leaves as I dash towards the figure

Crunch Crunch

🔸🔷🔸🔷🔸🔷🔸🔷🔸🔷🔸🔷

My first time weiting a peom. It tirned out better then I thought! (=゚ω゚)ノ

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