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xadle the disembodied voice of my smartest phone told me to turn right
holy shit, holy brains... it was your street
but I couldn't find your old place
on the way to the hipsterest fancy animalest parts vendor to ever replace a laundromat
ok, fine.
a strange cooincidence... gentrification, foodieism, whatever
but you seemed to keep coming up, a ghost.
beginning of whiskey? you.
lanesplitter? you.
how I got from here to there? you.
but noting there only makes me here.
30's not 20's: a truth and a lie
you were 30's not 30's
here I am 30's legit 30's and most of the time ok
but there's a bar stool
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