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75. 85. 90. windows down. open road. scene stark night, moonlight contrast. stars: the watchers: no passing cars to block the path to oblivion.                                                                                     /fly/ arms spread wide, wind whipping ripsrustlesslipsslidesslices unfurled fingers cutting ribbons in the fabric of the atmosphere. acrid scents of city pollution fuse with mown grass and night dew and waking trees: a cocktail served through the nose over the breeze--                                                          fresh air in a dead man's lungs. here is life lived on high giddy wheeling 85 and 90 not a soul in sight enveloped in the music dazzled by the starlight drunk on speed delighted dizzy to die. this is release
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
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75. 85. 90. windows down. open road. scene stark night, moonlight contrast. stars: the watchers: no passing cars to block the path to oblivion.                                                                                     /fly/ arms spread wide, wind whipping ripsrustlesslipsslidesslices unfurled fingers cutting ribbons in the fabric of the atmosphere. acrid scents of city pollution fuse with mown grass and night dew and waking trees: a cocktail served through the nose over the breeze--                                                          fresh air in a dead man's lungs. here is life lived on high giddy wheeling 85 and 90 not a soul in sight enveloped in the music dazzled by the starlight drunk on speed delighted dizzy to die. this is release
beth-ivy
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
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