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night run ::::::::: blood moon hangs tangled in your triple tree night sky black like bad burnt oil stars fine metal shavings glinting there intense the wind - not blowing - breathing... barely there but lifts your neck hair tights the skin around your eyes and other places too...and chill so chill a gasping sense of almost ice inside there's something in the air...that scent... you know the one - it drives you crazy - makes you crank that throttle hard too far too long...you pray no deer from there to here - - - and then you taste that thin eyed lost soul grin lean on in and laid out let her fly ::::::: blaze 7.31.4
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