Cross

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The air clears with the passing passions, 
brazen masked citizens barking commands 
to passing tin, echoed against plotted steel. 
Caverns built with tarp covering the entryway efficiently 
to preserve the stares of impoverished walkers.  
Dry eyes peak upward, mentally designing their own empire, 
but ultimately pass the time with coffee and passions. 

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