The Forest

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Winding paths that lead on forever

Caves that lead into nothingness

Leaves that always seem so perfect

A place for rituals to take place

Summoning the man that ticks and ticks

It's soothing out here 

I heard something 

It made a distinct ticking noise 

I had no time to run 

The last thing I saw was his orange eyes before darkness

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