beneath the purple moon next to the chocolate star a thousand whispers lay without a care. they appear gone like a loon their gaze appears far, into the night they stare. they blink at the abyss reach out to the night yet still they are lost in a dream. although no object could miss their presence of pure fright, through it all there is no scream.
Reason for writing:
I wanted something fun and this is what I came up with!
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