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The Blue Era is Over
searched my whole damn life to be young...
you have to remember Kerouac
died at 47 when his stomach burst in blood
from drinking all that whiskey at 11am.
why would you go to Memphis
for a wedding in New Orleans?
I lean into the good of tomorrow.
...we're all stories in other people's lives.