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I filled my pockets with black berries And my arms with junk that summer I miss sleepy chris And amanda with all the bracelets Tattoo of a pentagram Eyes black like obsidian …you know maybe it was a good thing we got separated from them Its hard to play craps with people who don't shoot the **** And when the **** has been shot its best not to gamble on who your hangin with Colorado will be a new start No drama Just nature and machine
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2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:47 PM UTC
North bound to Pueblo
I filled my pockets with black berries And my arms with junk that summer I miss sleepy chris And amanda with all the bracelets Tattoo of a pentagram Eyes black like obsidian …you know maybe it was a good thing we got separated from them Its hard to play craps with people who don't shoot the **** And when the **** has been shot its best not to gamble on who your hangin with Colorado will be a new start No drama Just nature and machine
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Jun 3, 2026 at 8:47 PM UTC
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