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RoadkillMiles go I seldom care. / None cross the path fear is adrug I need to exist. / The road my hunting ground night my world.

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Road Rash LoveIn summer night's air kissed her hair still as death. / Like wolfs to a pack and moths to a flame we were drawn to the / madness just the same.

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