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| Submerged in deep-city, midnight heat Amid the waves of neon-lit billboards Which cracked the dark like sticks in a stream, Frolicking with the gaudily clad whores, I stepped into the theater's front door As a film was showing, free for poor kids. And who was wearing the usher's uniform? I stepped into his booth to talk and sit (Some were old friends, but I knew everyone on shift). I recoiled in shock at what I saw: A Wolf of human form, limply laid out Across the floor, bloody, raked by claws, Scraps of his uniform scattered about. The curse was back! I started to shout Into the theater, screaming and scared, "They're back! Run away! Run away! Get out!" I ran to a phone booth (the whores just stared), dropped the receiver and fled away from there! |
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