The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
NIGHT HAS WON
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Feel the dark.
The night.
Cold against your skin.
Look into the moon.
Its glare hurting your eyes.
Filling your soul.
All begins to fade.
Branches wilt away.
Darkness descends.
Night has won again.
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