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Wilderness

Out of soft dreams we leap. With a strange cadence. As if to a beat. Lock step metropolis crawl. Hot on the blood trail. To the feeding at dawn. Keys to turn. Numbers to dial. With casual serpentine smiles. Nothing to see here. No new traditions to make. Only the dreams we left await.

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