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Waves crash against the shore,
A storm is on its way.
I cling to my desk in a bitter hope
That it will all pass over me.
But as they walk by,
Their lightning strikes—
Cold, hard stares
Quick!
Turn around!
Catch this kid,
Phone lit right up,
fingers dancing across the screen.
Come on!
Look!
He's playing Candy Crush,
But your back is turned.
