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Sep 2019
Trees swaying, we copy with limbs rhythmic, unhinged
To binge, on something, anything, take your mind off it
A soft hit of green clusters, munchy yellow mustard gas
To follow or to pass, cover yourself with diesel and light a smoke
Going for dead broke around every hairpin turn
Got to go earn that urn, watch the whole world burn
Wait your turn, they'll be eating you next
Patrick Kennon
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Patrick Kennon  33/M/x
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