Whisper, whisper, trick or treat,
let's walk down the darkest street.
Brave our souls, calm our beats,
pace ourselves, rhythm our feet.
Shadows follow, hidden unseen,
look forward, not where we've been.
Noises, they goose bump the scare,
an open shop, let's run there.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 22nd, 2026 16:01
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
A fun read of fear and how it is associated with a childlike searching for security. Well written
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