Night's hands curled round the branches of dead trees trying to see within the forest where a demon king and some of the darkness minds decided to have a war.
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One Liners
PoetryPoetry is music, music in retrun saves my thought. ------------------ A collection of one sentence/one line poems that range from hope to death. And everything in between.
65. Forest
Night's hands curled round the branches of dead trees trying to see within the forest where a demon king and some of the darkness minds decided to have a war.
