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Faeries in the forests

in the mystic night-time.

Whisper through the dark leaves.

Show you life’s just a pantomime.

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Posted on January 22, 2015January 21, 2016Author Sticky-Bones JacksonCategories Fantasy, PoetryTags Faeries, Fantasy, life, Pantomime

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