Monday, May 23, 2011

riddle

I cannot be seen, I cannot be felt
I cannot be heard, I cannot be smelt
I hide behind stairs and cars
I lurk in the corner of bars

I kill life and end laughter
I am follwed then after
I blanket entire cities
Then people walk around in pitty
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