# witchandfrightober dearhoneyandink inktober artober2021 dearhoneyandinkart

What she finds in the woods at night
Trees dark, moon shining bright.
Stars cry, separating seas from sky.
And she asks,
"Are you that raven calling?"

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2021-10-23

She carries the scent of autumn in her hair, and with each gentle breeze, the ghostly memory of a kiss runs through you.

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2021-10-09