Roar of the jungle.

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I walk looking at the concrete, slowly i pick my head up, grasping the next breathe with a grip of a fist.  My eyes focused directly at the far blurred image vulnerable to the imagination.  The bass sounds of a horses gallop overwhelm the roar of the jungle.  Music to my ears cause I am part of the food chain, therefore I will feast.

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