is it ok.
i;m becoming worn like leather.
loosing focus of focusing more.
like a grizzly bear i shall inhabit the forrest.
too much beer. and cigarette back lit front porches.
are the lights out yet?
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The cold part of the rain is the cute part. The best part of charlottesville is the worst part. Productive eyes meet half way with broken guitar strings and half hearted heart beats, messed up sleep walked though teeth and blue rays on angry purely distilled red rooftops.
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