MUSHROOMS

enchanted in rings where gnomes and fairies gather but are gone too soon

— would you feel lonely or unique?

— not all supermodels walk on two legs

— she set her table amid the fallen leaves, dined during sunset and waited for the sun to say goodbye

— every fairytale needs a villain ... she volunteered

— they didn't know anyone was watching — so they danced the autumn away

— she stood tall in the tiny city on the forest floor

— hidden in the ground, not knowing her brightly glowing antlers gave her away

— in case of emergency, bring out the colour

— housing tiny, shiny, happy things

— upon closer inspection, she seemed to be wearing an extravagant black lace hat

— she could write her life story in her own ink

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