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rush hour

the summer green leaves rustle
as the roar
it roars
makes fear run through me
brings sweat to my pores
while the sun beats down
upon the beings
who bask

they are brave to
face the roar
while i,
i hide behind
the sand made panes
and watch,
watch
as chaos descends

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