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Oct 2013
an old soulful glory hole
sits abandoned in a ****** gas station
bathroom
where you and I
once took ***** baths
on our way to Santa Barbara
drinking beer and wine in the back seat
of an old Honda sedan
our hands brushing
while passing a large bottle of Moscato
and tall cans of Bud Light
the glowing tip of your joint
illuminates your face
and it's perfect
Jacob Sykes
Written by
Jacob Sykes  Ashland, Oregon
(Ashland, Oregon)   
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