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The first part of this one came to me idly one day and I jotted it down.
The rest came when I happened to find that jotted note. It's small but
I like it.
Rage builds like a mammoth wave
cacophany, creshendo, crashing on the sand.
Rage races like wildfire
spreading, engulfing, destroying all that burns.
Rage shakes like an earthquake
splitting asunder, crashing structures down to ruin.
Rage is a rushing tornado
battering, whirling, flattening all in its path.
Rage is a freedom to feel
removal of restraints, unchaining of the storm.
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