Tequila sunrise. Backlit, deep in the mezzanine. Sweeping pebble streets, so better we feel the rubber tracks grip. Sleep, eat breakfast, clean. I'm dust in the wind. You're something within. You're stuck in a spin. Drugs, fuck and descend. It's been a while, since i could hold my head up at all. The dumb luck of a wish. Summer cracks, so we settle for fall. Sic semper my balls.
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