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Burned

Rating: 4.8

Walking wearily through the wilderness,
Distant sounds dancing in peculiarness.
Through darkened trees void of rejoice,
Came to me what seemed to be a voice.

Curiosity calling me nearer,
Per chance to hear these whispers clearer.
Through the shadows seeing figures drawn,
I didn't realize what I'd stumbled upon.

'Burn the witch, evil must die! '
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Zeemal Ali 09 December 2012

Amazing! :)

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Sandy nobody 04 June 2008

wow..this this is very good..

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