we set out at dusk. we left them, well, not much. the boys were shouting and kicking up dust. oh, and as we ran with the fire behind us and the torch in my hand i knew i couldn't do it again. the ghosts were howling in the late afternoon, we were singing along to the same old tune. i turned to my brothers to look 'em in the eye. there was ash, ash falling from the sky.

[ a playlist for the hellhounds & the dog park ]

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