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Blackbirds backwards and your solid foil to my boiling yawn is remembered I’ll always love you my dude even though it’s mostly memory now we travelled odd eighties early nineties hinterlands full of clear stupidities and hidden immutable truths but I’ll always hold ridiculous dry heated cricket pitches, run dark *** and loose joints as what drove us “What should we do today?” “I dunno”
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Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 6:09 PM UTC
My boy