Lost in the silent groves of his beard
we pray to the god of this forest:
how is it fair that we wander alone
our sleeves tucked into this cold?
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Scary, Blairwitchish with a pinch of Grimm. I'm sleepin' with the light on tonight! Oh yeah, some classic lines too! S