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Friday, 30 September 2022
The Grey (pt.1)
Fog rolls in to fill the street,
A cool and quiet veil,
Beyond which unknown movers meet
For whispers in the pale.
Shadow men with foul intent
Shuffle through the grey,
Hissing threats;
The dead lament.
A city in decay.
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