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This cold feeling that cradles the side of my skull, as my finger tips tingle from the snow and ice that I lay in awaken to red and blue flashing lights under a brick built bridge.
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
The Wreck
This cold feeling that cradles the side of my skull, as my finger tips tingle from the snow and ice that I lay in awaken to red and blue flashing lights under a brick built bridge.
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
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