like emily, i felt a funeral in my brain
cerebellum hinged on blue and tea with too much creamer
it's a prison
and nobody likes to visit
except her and that black chariot
with the man who is so kind to us both
and the band
blurry with my michaelangelo eyes
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
like emily, i felt a funeral in my brain
cerebellum hinged on blue and tea with too much creamer
it's a prison
and nobody likes to visit
except her and that black chariot
with the man who is so kind to us both
and the band
blurry with my michaelangelo eyes
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