The Vagrants

The Vagrants

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she was rummaged inside; he was scour. she belonged to the tracks; fields were his home. one working night, when the evicted meets the dream-catcher and share their condescending tales of lives. the night when they stayed untouched, unspoken and undemonstrative. one working night, when the dream-catcher snores through the night and the evicted gets abducted where both remain restrained whatsoever. the night when he figured, triggered and bewildered. one working night, when the evicted kills and the dream-catcher is 'to be killed'. the night when she breathed, deceived and unconcealed. he thought life was a thriller, always walking on the air. she ought to be a killer, always told him to beware.
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