Gray skies.
Cold.
Unfeeling.
Empty streets.
Silent.
Dead.
A wind whispers.
Like a ghost,
It haunts the town.
A steady drizzle starts.
Everything become dark,
Wet,
Sleek.
A shadow appears.
A call.
No answer.
Another call.
An echo.
No answer.
It disappears.
Like it had never been there.
Skies of gray.
Unfeeling.
Streets empty.
Silent.
The town.
Dead.
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Love is like life...if you miss out on love...you miss out on life
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