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Mar 2016
I control the wind that whips around you neck,
slowly suffocating you,
I control the waves that pull you in,
never letting you go,
Im the earth that tugs around your feet,
hauling you down,
Im the moon that reflects at that right moment,
blinding you,
I am the rain that shoves your car,
on that busy motorway,
I am the fire that spits at you fiercely,
burning your paper skin.
Patience is survival.
Do not test mine.
Ezre Holland
Written by
Ezre Holland  21/F/England
(21/F/England)   
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