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Alleys in the City

Hunted.
That's how they make you feel.
Hunted.
That's the feeling I'm trying to escape.
Hunted.
They're stalking closer
Hunted.
I run.

Hunted.
They chase me.
Hunted.
In the dark
Hunted.
I'm scared.
Hunted.
I escape.

Hunter.
He is thwarted.

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