“Urges”
Newspaper Sandwiches and Gasoline.
grown women don’t smell doll baby heads
the ambience was somewhat disturbing
dave Matthew's band and free jazz aren’t really my thing.
this is a shitty bar in the nice side of town
but your turtleneck really isn’t fooling anyone
soft palette
grey pages and empty saucers
sundays that blind through sunshine
i imagine your mornings are white.
pajama bottoms designated to their own drawer
and i wish i was smoking again,
just for the glamour.
i guess that’s why i’m looking for a classy robe.
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