about me
I like music and butts. And no, I wouldn't mind a drink.
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Paper Burns And Shreds
Pastic money. Wool and thread.
Everday, in and out.
Late nights, misty embrance.
Peaking and then falling.
Zig-zag roads, heavy guitars.
Cuboid existence, faceless resistance.
People leaving, lovers embracing.
Surreal. Suffer.
Roll. Toss. Crawl.
In my head, spinning.
Always losing, dreaming.
Just. Disappear.
Whisper away the noise.
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