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Feb 2017
the small flame flickered in the darkness
as she ran as fast as her feet could take her

behind her, the sound of metal hooves hitting
the concrete pavement echoed throughout
the empty streets…

her eyes caught a shadowed cloister of a convent
before her legs gave out, she quickly dashed to the
dark alleyway.  

she slowly walked through the winding path,
steadying her breath and massaging her feet
that had suffered through the run..

when will this nightmare end?
chris
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chris  21/F/tokyo
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