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shadows fall on the floor
stretching out, reaching for more.
the cold figures brush my face,
i turn and as my heart starts to race,
the winds howl
even at this untimely hour
Claws rake across the ground
as them have broken the bounds
the foot steps are coming,
and soon i heard the humming.
of the sad tune that is to be,
the death song of the streets,
i run but fall,
and i can no longer crawl,
my heart races as i hid my face
close my eyes and pray for grace.
just as i feel the pain,
my eyes flash open and see
it is only but a dream,
but every night it lasts longer
and soon one night i might not wake
to find the dream is now my life
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