.Somewhere around 1 am on the western trail I let my excesses get the better of me And I started to wax philisophically on the ins and outs of our youth. Could this be anymore awkward I don't know. I think that I think more when I'm in love, falling asleep on a stranger's couch. Counting down calenda.
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