All I see are visuals,
highlighting the dark secrets
that I buried late night,
all exhausted;
the creepy weather almost caught me up,
my eyes feared to look around.
A chill climbing my spine suddenly stopped in between,
Moon at once itself behind the clouds,
murmuring, that the cite isn't a bit fancy!
The clear sky rekubed the latter.
Should I look around?
If someone's nose is supposedly poked in my dead game.
My soul soon pinched its support,
I resumed;
assuring myself every time that
everything would be fine.
Finely picking up secrets;
that hung heavy on my head
and I then buried them with all my wit!
And left them Undisturbed.
Silence abruptly followed my disappearing footsteps.

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