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Apr 2015
Crisp leaves, fall from the trees.
White clouds white crystals
Driving around, I need my ******* money.
At least Colorado is sunny.
  
Falling right back into old habits.
Sobriety like chasing wild rabits.

Did you see that badass biker with the gloves?
A million dollar highway awaits, join me, love.

Feel that cold clean mountain air,
it cleanses.
At last I am breathing no longer seething.
Look how cute Silverton is, from the mountain retreating.

Winding down the pass,
Red mountains  linger looming large above.
The Switzerland of America
White clouds white crystals

keep going keep moving keep driving keep flying stop smoking quit choking

obscenely adrift on a sea of steam
awake from my daydream stifling a scream
baking in the midnight moon
I feel as though I left you all
too soon
B Young
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B Young  Philly endlesswanderjahr
(Philly endlesswanderjahr)   
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