Thunder

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Thunder booms and shakes my room.
A tomb I made bulletproof with children's glue.
The windows shatter as the sky echoes with laughter.
A natural disaster made by man.

I reach out for a helping hand.
I watch it crumble,
and turn to sand.
Drowning in a dry land.

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