Crimson flames tied through my ears Rolling high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps “We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I Proud 'neath heated brow Ah, but I was so much older then I’m younger than that now Dylan, My Back Pages
7:11 AM - 27 Sep 2018
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