The mountain whispered your name,
or, at least, I thought it would:
your phantom drifting about its trees,
watching from its towering summit.
The place was cursed.
I could never find peace there,
you would always catch me,
or so I thought.
The mountain was quiet
and I found peace in its trees.
Your ghost was nowhere to be found,
not even in the shadows or the bottle.
-Zero
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