Tuesday, July 26, 2016

DARK SHADOWS LEAVE NO FOOTPRINTS



An oasis where dreams come true.

Palm trees wave in the warm breeze.

Birds sing a happy tune of their own.

Until the night exhales its cold breath.

In torrents of wind across the sand.

Where dark shadows leave no footprints.

And tourists remain innocent no more.

THE DEAD GAME

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