23. Phantom

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Recently later, when she died, I swore, she sat up. She moved, why was she moving? That should not be happening! She should not be moving! From the ground, she rises like a phantom and my fate is sealed. Covered in a red cloak for humor sake, as little red riding hood, I placed her in the woods to rot and but on my way home I saw, what was not a dream, her undying fingers looking for me. A voice uttered,

"what happened to forever, honey?"

"what happened to forever, honey?"

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