Freshly Diced

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Crossroads

Lost and unstable, demented mentality, 404 errors, definitive fable. Last horse in the race, last to move out the gates. Stuck in subliminal crime state, learned to depart from desolate times. Still alive, aware of the devil’s live bait. Running, being whipped into a bitches mate, nails hammered into the hoofs, encrypted tears, pain, a diminishing heart rate. The worth of a mans pay date, the spectacular gamble is just another payday. A painted flat white line waiting for deaths cross of fate.

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