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Snow piled high like browning ashes, Sky-wide cigarette drops its withered body parts Under the orange glow of deteriorating wired suns. Stuff up my duffel bag head While you're already unpacking. It's cold and clear, Reoccurring as in a habit. So take a minute to fold it all up nicely. Lost my luggage like a bungie-cord station wagon, Dry wooden panels seas of cupholder beer Split second glances at concrete blended jeans and t-shirts In my rearview mirror.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
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Snow piled high like browning ashes, Sky-wide cigarette drops its withered body parts Under the orange glow of deteriorating wired suns. Stuff up my duffel bag head While you're already unpacking. It's cold and clear, Reoccurring as in a habit. So take a minute to fold it all up nicely. Lost my luggage like a bungie-cord station wagon, Dry wooden panels seas of cupholder beer Split second glances at concrete blended jeans and t-shirts In my rearview mirror.
nick-russo
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
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