The Town
This place is strange where the faces stare, I don't fit in. It doesn't matter. A woman on the corner gives a dirty look. I nod and walk past. The wind is cold against my face. The tears of the dragon loom over the horizon. Fate beckons us here, yet no shall be left in its wake.
- R. Dinasky
Copyright: 2016, May 8.
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