Out of the fuzz of men and mouths, riding the sun cracked from gasoline, twin megaphones lay down the original red roar, and I have my fist around fire! Ahead world blooming with rate, behind world dead by my speed, twist out the last nova of wrist, star! grow now and breathe, slow beyond speed, with light as my limit, my loss, my release, where time has no name but enough

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