Swamp people


Blurred visons smeared across the midnight sky.
Dark shadows and creatures tip toe throrugh the unseen.
Loud cries and screams echo beyond the switch blade swampgrass.
MY hometown roots grow deep in the hollows.
Red stained streams, where killers and thieves follow their dreams.

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