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Jun 2020
the turn signal was green   and the joint was loose,
you rolled up the window
like a snitch and the rain rolled in. The ****** on my lap
wouldn't stop spitting
and years of
forgotten youth lay in front of me . The road was closed for good.
Moulton pkwy
was that way
  I was over there,
we were here
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
(30/M/Socal)   
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