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Jan 2020
I'll come following you.

The scene obscured by High flyers.
the trains.
the sculking.
the home recordings.
the film.
So roomy.
I can taste the perfume.
leaving in shadow.
left rough.
& in silk.
Acting like we never met.
I still 5 to go.
paid for exclusively.
In drachmae.
& Wheat.
But dance &.
Groove.
So weary.
Like the untested reach.
Of time.
& The never resting beach.




Garrett Johnson.
Just like Bob Dylan's green tambourine thumb blues dream
Garrett Johnson
Written by
Garrett Johnson  22/M/In the woods
(22/M/In the woods)   
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