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Sep 4
like a wind a gentle breeze
like a river a clear one
like a steady flow of colors
then someone ruins it
the wind turns to storm
river turns to rapid currents
colors turn one color
and i lose something in me
and my reflexes kick in
then everything slower
then before it was normal
Zachary james mason
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Zachary james mason  17/M/United States of America
(17/M/United States of America)   
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