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Apr 2020
Only but the road.

With the soda sauce.
Embrace at the space needle.
And playing Neil Young on the corner.
She gets it all.
& owes none.
High parked at a stop off in Gold Bar.
Sleep in the back.
So close.
A gypsy nightmare is just a dream.
Wake to an acoustic cry.
Subtlety in early air.
We slow dance to sounds of Donovan.
And feel the feel that felt it all.



Garrett Johnson
Down by the river.
To wake on the forest floor.
Garrett Johnson
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Garrett Johnson  23/M/In the woods
(23/M/In the woods)   
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