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Is he even human?

The black shadow moved faster than then the speed of sound!
Snapping branches, making it look like twigs of rain.
Creating loud sounds, like trains.

He ran through the puddles as if he couldn't feel the ice cold water.
His feet burning with hot fire, he runs till’ he can’t anymore.

Sweating because the sun burns hotter than the core.
As he lays there on the front porch his owner wakes him up, by opening the door.





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