strings
the ties that bind
to burn in anger
set the world on fire
semblance to resemblance
there and back again
etching out each letter
dust settles under pressure
after slipping through fingers
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"I go to Indianapolis every year, to see the the Indy 500. I go there with friends to drive and race. Every year when they go there to qualify, they usually have to go as fast as they possibly can to get a front row position. They put nitro in their cars sometimes instead of the fuel that's intended to be in the cars, so that the cars will go faster. And they do, for 5 or 10 laps... then they blow all to Hell." - Evel Knievel
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