punk prostitutes hate
punk prostitutes hate
punk prostitutes hate
outside bedrooms on simply hate
grass we thrash th stadium night sky
to songs for our deaths
somewhere is empty tonight. hearts &
oxygen risk. th strum, screaming remains
rain spotlight falling chemicals & mascara streaks
white dreams. black bras under drenchd white tshirts. need
something to do other than run away
to th beaten floor
of summer tongues. fuck
it’s all we have --
so welcome to th beaten floor of summer tongues. of
right & wrong growing
up. december’s cuts are finally healing. this summer
throws. there comes a time in everyone’s body
for an aggressive dance
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