Claire Hunter - The Shadows

A girl runs through the alley
Anxiously looking over her shoulder
They follow her like bees to honey
Escaping the meanacing shadows that chase her
They flit over walls and through the cracks
And over the cobblestone floor
The girl knows there is no chance at hope
So she will run no more

Claire Hunter

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