Red touched the surface
The sound of a bass drum, thumping
The size of your fist, showing
Showing...that it's still there
An urge occurs!
Racing!, like a horde of horses!
Black, just black
Wind sweeps as dust covers the surface
Crickets chirp
How did it come to be?
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Author:
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