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The lights flicker on and off Not a living being is seen Empty on the inside, dead on the outside. The wind is shrieking, the sky is crying, the trees are howling. But none of it is heard. Not the endless pleads, or the silent wails. Not a living soul remembers why the once lively streets have become a run-down truck stop.
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
Run-Down Truck Stop
The lights flicker on and off Not a living being is seen Empty on the inside, dead on the outside. The wind is shrieking, the sky is crying, the trees are howling. But none of it is heard. Not the endless pleads, or the silent wails. Not a living soul remembers why the once lively streets have become a run-down truck stop.
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
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