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Jun 21
There he stood,
Tall with anger,
Twitching in silence.

Eyes downcast,
Mumbling under his breath,
Pointing towards his next victim.

Dressed in black;
Hot and sweaty,
Angry at the world.

Then he began to move-
Methodical, rapid.
******* himself quick.
Finally ****.
The sun disappeared behind the clouds and it began to storm.

He began to shiver
He began to fall.
He fell to his knees on the ground;
His body melting.

The black could not save him.
jasmine
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