Dark Misty Night

It was a dark and misty night and you can feel on your face, and the wind blowing on your hair was very chilly, but the mist was making your body all wet and cold. But that misty night you went for a walk in the park and you found a dead body, So when you go out on a misty night bewear what lingers on a dark misty night.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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