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Midnight Stroll
Silence after midnight
Who’s lurking in the dark
The wind is blowing in the trees
As I’m walking through the park
The gasping heavy breathing
My heart is beating fast
Lost in my surroundings
Reflecting on the past
Am I being followed
Why am I here alone
Is it all just in my head
Is it me that’s making sound
I’m sure I heard faint footsteps
I quicken up my pac...
Thursday 18th August 2022 11:01 pm
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