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Jul 2019
All the way there.

60 down the main road.
Throw it all away.
Tossed in the wind like a bag.
And hovers away like the smoke from a cigarette.
The whole lot ofย ย 1,304 miles of bliss.
And find that someone that's groovy enough to groove with you.
All the way there.
Neil Young took my Altoids.
Garrett Johnson
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Garrett Johnson  23/M/In the woods
(23/M/In the woods)   
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   Monika Layke
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