The rules break.
Many have entered
And few come out alive.
This place
Holds death in every corner.
Lost souls inhabit this place.
Have you seen me
In the forest of death?
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Kisa's Poetry
What makes me do my ways? Maybe you'll find out by entering, if you dare...
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The Healer of Lost Souls
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As I look up to the moon, black feathers rest upon my head.
I then grow my wings to join them.
I then grow my wings to join them.
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