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THE NIGHT

The Night runs slowly down the street,
Chasing after you.
As it slowly closes in on you,
You think "Oh God..."
You try to scream,
You're breathless,
And nothing comes out,
You have no voice.
The Night slowly,
Very slowly,
Swallows you completely...
Filling in light,
With the Dark.
It leaves you unknown,
Nameless you have become.




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