an old soulful glory hole
sits abandoned in a ****** gas station
bathroom
where you and I
once took ***** baths
on our way to Santa Barbara
drinking beer and wine in the back seat
of an old Honda sedan
our hands brushing
while passing a large bottle of Moscato
and tall cans of Bud Light
the glowing tip of your joint
illuminates your face
and it's perfect
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
an old soulful glory hole
sits abandoned in a ****** gas station
bathroom
where you and I
once took ***** baths
on our way to Santa Barbara
drinking beer and wine in the back seat
of an old Honda sedan
our hands brushing
while passing a large bottle of Moscato
and tall cans of Bud Light
the glowing tip of your joint
illuminates your face
and it's perfect
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