out on the beat shaking venom reflections hot july day cold december night simultaneously in my dense jeans the mythologies i'll present next week to you'll be way too cool for words
a choice is made looks astride put down the whiskey pick up a seahorse
you don't need to want to be what you're already your kleptomania if it were a color hm what it be charming these passing notes between your face and mine always image of you waiting'll lovely decorate my nostalgia
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