breezing outta the upstairs changing room
hair blowing, scented
like a slowed down music video
radio station static
tout droit
wire's in a coeur corner
head hail:
made up
arriving at the station
ax wound weeping
I'll palm the patch
before piscine
a pig (not dio)
a shaved man on a run down road
eating a bunch of grapes
an apple (balled by a melon)
it's obvious
that my feet aren't in politics
unless
your set lips
cause allergies
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