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rise up.

the wind swept in, and with it, the winter,
rolling over the mountains.
the great expanses of desert,
that rise up from the pacific.
the boxed up house that i live in,
sits on the cusp of the city,
the endless buzz of the freeway,
moves a river of metal in the valley below me.

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