Blowing like frantic spirits through a ghost town.
The demon's breath that will either lead or chase.
Remorseless once it blinds your face and fills the air with all it's disgust.
With dirty deeds it travels in a pack of particles.
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Author:
Sandbone18 (
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- Category: Nature
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