In a silencing of sounds shattering her breath,
her hand in around the darkness of it's toughning sense.
She sinks down in, in to a sink of a cry from a "woow"
as it stung a moon light holding in on one eye.
"Woos" in for "woos" leads the way to betrayal,
not knowing was answer from when she was there.
The light is of trust from the tree's to "woos."
So she does what seems best and reached to hold two.
Seeming like it waited for her hand to sink in it's touch.
So she "woows" out also as they too feed from the dark.
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