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Apr 2015
We took road trips
on long black ribbons
into oblivion
with iced coolers
filled with
satisfying
golden beverages,
never really knowing
where
we'd end up.
But one thing was always certain.
We'd be drunk
when we got there.

We were lucky.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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