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Leaning on inward heat
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Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run...inward heat skins my vision and wraps me coldly, nakedly, numbingly and safely for this arresting sight. Leaning into a hard wind and pressing inside the inner chambers for reserves, for simple dailoging verbage most similarly akin to a venacular from long, long ago...or a fictiously extreme pseudonymn aching for the fortitude iconograghic anonymity for star birth.
Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run...inward heat skins my vision and wraps me coldly, nakedly, numbingly and safely for this arresting sight. Leaning into a hard wind and pressing inside the inner chambers for reserves, for simple dailoging verbage most similarly akin to a venacular from long, long ago...or a fictiously extreme pseudonymn aching for the fortitude iconograghic anonymity for star birth.
