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Black Ice Snake

The morning was painted with a frigid brush The car gargled up a February moon I had the early A.M road all to myself almost A death wish was gaining ground in large chunks together we entered the throat of the black ice snake after a few side-by-side terrorized seconds the red eyes disappeared over an asphalt bluff. I looked for death wish in the ditches On the commute home the ice was seduced by salt I continued looking for death wish as far as I could tell there were none. I made it home safely...only slightly disappointed.

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