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Aug 2018
It is that time
in fear of the dead of night
they surround you
not a pretty sight
grey faces stare
through oval foggy eyes
not exactly aware
of their scary disguise
cool breeze wafts  
followed by a cruel smell
hands cover wrinkled faces
its like a living hell.
Written by
cheryl love
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