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A dark narrow path at night
Flanked by a clump of trees
Sweeping chilly wind pats my cheeks
I look over my shoulder
No light reaches here
In the depth of darkness
Something is born
I ascend a long slope
When can I stop?
An endless ascent is ahead of me
Weird cackles from the ground
I look over my shoulder
Unending darkness is aback from me
In the depth of darkness
Something is wriggling
I can see it coming to me from here
A shadow clinging to my feet
Replaces with me who began to take action a little
Something is coming to me from over there
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