shiny shine

(akron)

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Dungeon

As I walk through the dark and eerie dungeon
I smell the musky air
The rotting corpse lays upon the warped wooden bench
As I open the creaking door the rusted hinge screaks
I see the well oiled chains laying so proudly upon the worn down dirt in the far gloom I hear echoing screams
I walk slowly over to examine the rotting corspe and discover a damaged necklace as I took it in the distance I hear a shooting
I suddenly hit the cold bricks, and screamed in shock

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