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like a storm beyond the horizon
the threat is unobserved
and yet is slowly wends its way
the first hint is a whisper
a cooling breeze against the skin
a welcome illusion
a promised change brings hope
but deception hides itself
like a serpent beneath a rock
at last the threat draws near
and then it is too late
there is no time to flee
the serpent possesses the garden
the dragon owns the wind
the hurricane has come
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