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Source:malformalady 

Moss grows between the keys.

They swirl around the letters.

Taking root on the keyboard.

Greenery belongs outside.

Words belong inside.

On the page.

In the book.

A SHACK IN THE WOODS

r2–d2

yesil göl by (ali ekber karabulut)

A simple shack in the woods.

Army of trees at its back.

Mossy green carpets the front.

Its shingles creak in the wind.

A loose shutter swings back and forth.

A dying fire smokes inside.

Embers fall on the still bodies.

Red trails surround them.

The fire flickers one last time.

Dark descends upon the shack.

A simple shack it’s no more.