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There, now you see it. The rough, sharp black crack in my horizon line. Rolling, towering scraping, harrowing down the hillside down the throat, through my insides it does devote its precious time to make itself unmistakably mine and though I do resign myself a choice is made and taken. A landscape raw and shaken, too deep to miss the bones too fast to shoot the head so now you know where I'll go tonight when we're in bed