A creepy forest
morning dew on a spiderweb
on the edge of
an over grown field
a bent cacti
sower spikes
not the feeling of glory
but the hope of getting there
a ball of glowing light
the flash of sundown
a circle of mystery
the past
a smooth lime
an s shaped slither
a box of magic
Zipade Do Da in Disneyland
the gobland of the afternoon
Spidermans first enamy
the number 7
the stain on my jeans
the sound of a soccerball rolling through the grass
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