He ran in tune with her crumbling mind
with black backpack packed, the bottled water waves
on the on and on with tread, passing quick kill architecture, grass blades, bare trees, malingering men
non-tethered prey driven dogs slice their coats on creosote colour fences, make-believe castigator, non-Skinners degrade with the end of leather
got his precious shin splint stories to share
his magnificent trials for woman

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