**** and chips
buried in the bass-line
All shaken heads tossed
listening to the misadventures of a shit-talker
Her lips taught and dry
sporting a second skin of ripped denim
Thick eyelashes caked in spiderwebs
Hustling on doc martens
crunching teeth beneath toes
Ankles taught with leather
A pretty ***** touched
like flowers dipped in chalk
stuck in choke it down memories
Quietly screaming
look for me
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
**** and chips
buried in the bass-line
All shaken heads tossed
listening to the misadventures of a shit-talker
Her lips taught and dry
sporting a second skin of ripped denim
Thick eyelashes caked in spiderwebs
Hustling on doc martens
crunching teeth beneath toes
Ankles taught with leather
A pretty ***** touched
like flowers dipped in chalk
stuck in choke it down memories
Quietly screaming
look for me
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