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70 miles an hour With no patience For anticipation My jeans were undone And your hands were Pushed past the Seatbelt 70 miles an hour And I’m getting Light headed For the best reason And I feel your Painted nails On me Mountain highways A first for me As your jeans are Now undone, tooContinue reading “Of”

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Separate Ways – Journal 10/23/17

You aren’t me, and that’s enough to make me happy. I’ve mentioned before about how sometimes we all look around and see someone that is achieving by their own admission. Maybe you see their support. Maybe you see their internet points or something. I don’t know. But whatever it is, you start to compare yourselfContinue reading “Separate Ways – Journal 10/23/17”

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