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Jan 2015
I've got to tan but the sun goes down.
I should get gas but I'm focusing on saving a life-
Yet here we are in the parking lot chatting about new plans to lose our minds.
You smile back thinking that was clever
and then you slowly fall behind.
I drive away from never ever,
all the while running out of time.
Written by
Kalen Henning  Santa Barbara
(Santa Barbara)   
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