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Sixteen years like sifting through strands of receipts,
Shredded and fine, the blithe glances of the daughters of the queen
Probably keep you around longer than you'd like to be
Like a photo booth in stasis, basement window blocked by a pile of leaves.
But hey there Chelsea, remember we were five with your Grandma driving to the beach
Sneezed into my hands, thought it would make you laugh if I wiped my snot on her seats
Almost fifteen, helped her make Shepherd's Pie, copied the recipe
She was likely to die laughing we were likely to die looking to flip some ketamine
At 4022 Laguna St.
4022 Laguna St.
4022 Laguna St.