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May 2016
Life on the edge,
feel the high but watch it bleed,
wind in the hair its the only way,
deal the cards see them burn,
burning rubber under a waning moon,
reapers breath on their necks,
see them in a neon haze,
their adrenal souls set a blaze,
taken in the blink of an eye,
two more stars in our night sky.
Written for two friends who sadly passed away in a motorcycle accident.
Haydn Swan
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Haydn Swan  Purgatory
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