sleepy shores, sunsets that dont end forever more
night fall, you your eyes pure
I wont hurt more
a closed door, broken, I'm sore
sore from all thoughts
walled off, concrete nail scars
scars from want more
that bad ting
you get over it;
gotta buy traps for these damn ants
put it on record, you gonna die bitch
you're a nuisance
satin bedspread, still i love you, so get in then
im blazed out on tubi lamping
comfort maxing with my minya momo