Grass plugin
Brazilian butt lift
A dirty wound
Compressed past
Aren’t things just peachy?
Next to that duck pond?
Just tell me what’s next
Or I’ll just make sure to put you somewhere
In that cracked memory
Contagious traumas
(We) No longer have faith for deep conversations
I’ll lie back in a deckchair
Stare at the sun until my ears forget
I can hear the silence to the max
The giddy heights of provincial fashion-world
They got you and filled you with fear
A gun to your head
It’s systemic
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