:cycle:
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cloud of morning breath
quick look over left shoulder
morning comes too soon
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dry and crumbled leaf
you travel with me, lowly
earthen ash and dust
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down this morning hill
legs increasing cadence still
test of faith? or skill?
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red light, o despair!
for i can only stand there
i have no balance!
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bullhorns cold in hand
climb the evening hill fast
over all too soon
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epilogue
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oh god i forgot
my lights and now i am dead
stupid DST
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