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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
Psychology of Board Games ( Werewolf )
Have you ever played werewolf ? If you haven't, try it . It's the kind of game you must try because of it diverse scenarios in one little game, when someone is a werewolf they're literally becomes another personality, they can put the guilt in other players without hesitation, and somehow some people kinda like it. So join me and let discuss more about it :)