Honest like the yellowing of a white wall
One day the lamp’s light will leave
Every brain has a town of dust
What has become of us?
Use the same size on the belt
More cars will learn this route
A room of every open drink
A daydream’s worth of sleep
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 8:28 AM UTC
Honest like the yellowing of a white wall
One day the lamp’s light will leave
Every brain has a town of dust
What has become of us?
Use the same size on the belt
More cars will learn this route
A room of every open drink
A daydream’s worth of sleep
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