Ripping thro my city late last night foot shifting the shovel passed four wheel cages i catch heads dancing their head torches searching skyward like plasma from a canon i catch shadows of long hair early this morning images pushes me from bed my own head torch leads the way for my rst's i return to the site to find it empty rave over only the ramps and rails left for another time hippy boards waiting in the shadows for dusk to descend get your gloves on
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