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they were riders on the iron horse acting as though it were a 30 minute hitch to the next town no one disembarked there were no stops some shared stories some sat around the man stood tall dark wavy hair tattered flannel shirt words and symbols as scars on chest and back the woman was flattering she had a musical laugh vision fully impaired yet grazed the mans skin and read her epitaph
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
iron horse
they were riders on the iron horse acting as though it were a 30 minute hitch to the next town no one disembarked there were no stops some shared stories some sat around the man stood tall dark wavy hair tattered flannel shirt words and symbols as scars on chest and back the woman was flattering she had a musical laugh vision fully impaired yet grazed the mans skin and read her epitaph
dawn-king
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
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