Illusion Read Count : 40

Category : Poems

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In the darkness of night, a cold chill runs down your spine.

No monster or beast worse than man with greedy designs.

Storms roll, the wind howls, blood curdling cries whine.

The air cold thick with smoke trapped in the back of my mind.

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