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plywood smells and citrus blistered fingertips. we ate so many oranges that winter I thought we'd be the sun. red crush velvet, an inky black stage, and did they know that we were sipping something heavy in the parking lot? a man named Paul ran wires down our backs, and we painted our faces in hot lights.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC
The State (I'm In)
plywood smells and citrus blistered fingertips. we ate so many oranges that winter I thought we'd be the sun. red crush velvet, an inky black stage, and did they know that we were sipping something heavy in the parking lot? a man named Paul ran wires down our backs, and we painted our faces in hot lights.
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Mar 18, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC
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