The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
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Monday, January 25, 2016
THE CITY
THE CITY
The city has its own beat.
Its own heart rate.
A pounding sensation.
An undercurrent of tension.
A pulsing dance.
Not to be found anywhere else.
Let’s dance all night.
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