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Feb 2014
Darkness lurks in every corner of the corridor.
Screeching cries are echoed within the vacant halls.
Bird feathers are like bread crumbs,
leading you to appall.
The smell of chlorofor is mild.
Stinging your nostrils,
water forms behind your eyes.
This forbidden place...
Is doomed.
Wolfey
Written by
Wolfey  America
(America)   
588
   hannah way
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