He walked fast
Covered his face
He was rubbing coat’s hems on his face
He was glancing at the around
And taking longer and faster steps.
It looked like a midnight
The lights were blinking in turn
The shadows gripped the city.
The monster of fear enclosed his existence
He was looking sharp at the around
There is a sound.
He stopped
The sound was severed
He stepped a few
There was a sound.
The sound was going louder and louder simultaneously with steps
nearer and nearer.

There is no opportunity
He had to get away sooner
Slung himself into a darker alley.
But heigh-ho
The shadow was there.
In a moment
There was nothing left except a torn shoe…

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