As the daylight dims, where evening and night meet, strange shadows cast by the streetlamps, create pockets of darkness in the doorways and alcoves of the city street.
In the friscalating dusk light, dangers that hide in the bright of day, come out from the recesses of the mind, to play tricks in the unfamiliar night.
Greasy, amber light flickers in places we know to be safe; filling them with imagined mysteries we know not to be. But ones we cannot help but see.
Beckoning us in, it welcomes us with open arms. The shadows entice us with their dark charms.
We enter in; slip breathlessly into the night. And we pass forever, out of sight.
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