the oceans leap
from hot to naked
divinity stays at the lake
i so
went clean
when u gonna leave
the burning lie
the bong drinking smokers
a death poem for cutie
something is linking your mind
2 my atlas
u can be: the sunset
on tourism
on vast pale panels
the flaring care curve
of amerikan thighs
hold october
with a credit card
&
act out
the entire shogun haircut
{mountain based with clean bangs}
livetweet a razor for true blood
spelled-out as i c e
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