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A crow screaming Punching like singing But don't hearing The aura flared strong as long as the squealing sound And it stopped for a moment when fall down A girl with wide eyes Seeing quiet field with an unpleasant smell A pile of stiff bodies sprawling Birds began to approach stranding The girl was still trying to be conscious Drive away, stay away from the bird from his body Close, grab one of the stiff bodies beside him Shouted, there was no sound heard from him The figure began to appear with his shadow Blinking with questions There is no pile of stiff bodies anymore There was no strange sound heard again Is it a dream? Is this hallucination? Was that real? Was that playtime? Silence, she looked around A smile appeared, eyes turned away Smooth laughter squealed ears And the head appears from the stairs Buk buk buk It was a black furry ball that turned around And she know That's wolf head
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