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I’ve been coasting down Granite State back roads Twisting and winding Intertwining with my thoughts There’s an awful lot of road **** Carnage in the streets Bloodied and beaten to death Memories so keen yet smeared I breathe in Cigar smoke slithers down my throat I cough up a dead squirrel It reeks of nostalgia I pick up the corpse and toss is out of the car Into a fire dancing across the road and up into the trees I breathe in once more Crisp, cool But it burns Fall always comes on so strong
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May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
Granite State Nostalgia
I’ve been coasting down Granite State back roads Twisting and winding Intertwining with my thoughts There’s an awful lot of road **** Carnage in the streets Bloodied and beaten to death Memories so keen yet smeared I breathe in Cigar smoke slithers down my throat I cough up a dead squirrel It reeks of nostalgia I pick up the corpse and toss is out of the car Into a fire dancing across the road and up into the trees I breathe in once more Crisp, cool But it burns Fall always comes on so strong
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#granite#state#nostalgia#memories#seasons#autumn
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May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
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