The truck sits as if nearly on fire.
Shades of rust almost fresh paint; Like the eye of a storm caught in autumns blaze. Nature is alive, Contrasting principles of decay. Soon the truck succumbs to nature: Healing and destructive; Swallowed in storm.
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