The crossroads of your name versus the fucked up kwyboard. What a choice. Mild porn, evening silence.
Underground. Overground.
Feels warm with the bodies coupled. Breathe in. Breathe out. Tell me who messaged you and I'll open the cards.
Aces are blank, Kings are blind. Go on, don't stop. Psychodelic emo-punk.
Not the way I dress. And not the way you do.
The way we are?
Maybe. Maybe not.
You stop you disappear.
Smell nice.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.