不要放过我
it was 4 am.
your perfume is on. everything on me,
on all the world - you
are all around, you
are all my tattered senses
and no poetry,
no song, no writing,
nothing in this world
will make it better.
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onstage they’re very perfect and idk-how-to-describe life ruiners.

while offstage they’re just a bunch of neighborhood idiots.