Poems from Thedeadlyautumn

I do what you do Linger and loom like colors On the horizon
Waterproof speaker On, pressed soft against my thigh, Your bass shakes my nerves
I talk with my hands And dont blame me if i get A little bit mouthy
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓲𝓻, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓵𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓳𝓪𝓭𝓮
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