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on the county road 123, horizontal to my window pane, it runs along the dry grass and some teenage boy rolls down it his bass a hushed thump in the night he's the bump in the night, and his taillights leave red streaks in the black.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
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on the county road 123, horizontal to my window pane, it runs along the dry grass and some teenage boy rolls down it his bass a hushed thump in the night he's the bump in the night, and his taillights leave red streaks in the black.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
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