Source: sheshawtyx
Night drifts closer.
Black replaces blue.
Clouds fall slowly.
A dark day for you.
Green soaking pink.
Waves hit the shore.
I know what you think.
Evening coming too soon.
The truth may be hard to bear.
Our town has lost its yellow glow.
Night walkers are coming here.
A town lost to its deadly foe.
THE DEAD GAME
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