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Under
a hazel moon
scarlet night mist wrapped around me like a shroud framed under street lamp waiting for you Torn bloody fingernails Steam escaping from sewer frosty air lungs on fire smells like tires burning city burning heart yearning calling wild call of wild heart beating pounding franticly waiting always waiting Kisses like stolen secrets answer to government conspiracy Thrilled by danger Movie like moment Is it love? instinct? or too much TV
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