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Yahtzee.

illuminated streetlights guide us down the trail of truth. memories trapped within the corners are now ablaze. secrets hidden in the mist are swallowed. russia. mexico. puerto rico. 99 cards for this game of yahtzee. beginner's luck excuses the match. blank pages, missing drafts reflect the travels all lost. semi or strong? pickle. tomato. lime. stir it up and tip it over. orange blossoms and juniper leaves line the edges of the trail igniting passion and intensity. faces lost, and experiences crossed. it's hank moody's turn to rise.
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Oct 31, 2010
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