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That night we decided that our streets led nowhere, so we followed them any place. Apartments to grass outside the Molly Brown, cracking faces, sidewalks, traced our way...                North on 7th,              getting warmer.              Inverted frowns             are getting larger                                           Now I'm wondering if these                half-formed                flimsy, brittle life-plans and                half-drained,                dented, warming pint cans of Schlitz                clutched inside our fists                suggest that it's worth it To pin our hopes on approaching                                         footsteps of Summer? Or just halt our frozen                    progress through the Wintertime when we reach your front door. We just kept decoding all our scrambled rambling 'til we'd set the world on its head. Keep walking, keep laughing at our young mistakes, sober night backdrop to beer soaked breaths.                X'd out eyes        and gravel sidewalks.           Bozeman Autumn.        Watch out, mailboxes                                            'cuz We're wondering if these                half-formed                flimsy, crack-filled answers and                empty,                drained, five dollar pitchers of Pabst                humming 'neath our caps                will help us draw our maps and stick a pin in the Summer,                                           page turned on Winter, or just melt our thawing                                           progress to another time when later days trickle down.
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
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That night we decided that our streets led nowhere, so we followed them any place. Apartments to grass outside the Molly Brown, cracking faces, sidewalks, traced our way...                North on 7th,              getting warmer.              Inverted frowns             are getting larger                                           Now I'm wondering if these                half-formed                flimsy, brittle life-plans and                half-drained,                dented, warming pint cans of Schlitz                clutched inside our fists                suggest that it's worth it To pin our hopes on approaching                                         footsteps of Summer? Or just halt our frozen                    progress through the Wintertime when we reach your front door. We just kept decoding all our scrambled rambling 'til we'd set the world on its head. Keep walking, keep laughing at our young mistakes, sober night backdrop to beer soaked breaths.                X'd out eyes        and gravel sidewalks.           Bozeman Autumn.        Watch out, mailboxes                                            'cuz We're wondering if these                half-formed                flimsy, crack-filled answers and                empty,                drained, five dollar pitchers of Pabst                humming 'neath our caps                will help us draw our maps and stick a pin in the Summer,                                           page turned on Winter, or just melt our thawing                                           progress to another time when later days trickle down.
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
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