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Aug 2015
They escape like bandits
and run like fire was eating at the hems of their pants.
Eyes lit like dynamite light,
they race across the track the stars set out for them.

They escape like bandits
and leave me to taste the dust they leave in their wake.
It tastes like burnt toast and the tears you cry.
Ash
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