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Seventeen
California or bust.
Cruising the Mother Road,
guided by Arizona skies.
Soaring with the Eagles,
ZZ Top, and Dr. Hook.
Laughing with hitchhikers,
like long-lost friends.
Waving out the window,
to Albuquerque wind.
Strawberry wine, french kisses,
love on the horizon.
Smell of freedom,
between dust and rain.
Young, daring,
invincible.
Life never felt so Grand,
a...
Wednesday 16th December 2020 2:59 am
Primal Howl
Hurdling moral barriers,
past caution flags of life,
towards red lights,
to feel alive,
something, anything.
Excitement rising
in your second brain,
adrenaline coursing
through collapsed veins,
primal howl,
lost in the now,
while consequences growl,
like a tornado.
Tuesday 16th June 2020 10:51 pm
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