I use more water now
I scrub off the grease of this city before I leave
A head trauma: soft and unsheltered
You could spoon me out like cake, if you wanted to
You could put your fist through my skull
If you felt like it
Oct 17, 2021
Oct 17, 2021 at 5:04 AM UTC
I use more water now
I scrub off the grease of this city before I leave
A head trauma: soft and unsheltered
You could spoon me out like cake, if you wanted to
You could put your fist through my skull
If you felt like it
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