Chase!
Chase it down
To the town
And back, if needed.
The pace!
It exhilarates:
The sound
And speed of a cheetah.
A prey
So Astray and
Bound by graves of
Unforgiving features:
Becoming Caves
Hidden about
The World Stage's shade
On Poor Syria!
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