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Hot lights of Red Murmurs
Under the hot lights I roam
Defined by forming instincts
The pursuit of avalanche grows
Wayward through each fountain head
Every hand in making memory its guise
When full tooth explosions hit stone
And escape serpentine rhythm
Laughing ruthlessly upon city towers
The house and headstrong mistress
Killing movement with skill
Leaving red murmurs crawling
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