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I used to have my very own polaroid camera It was pale yellow, My favorite colour at the time I loved it. When I first got it, It came everywhere with me School, bike rides, parties Everywhere
Back and forth I rock Don't want to be crazy Like in the movies But I can't stop it Back and forth They shout Insults Pain Rage Back and forth They go In love
Panic is a bathroom sink, Grime-covered and overflowing, Tearing the skin off my hands With its vicious heat splashing, Burning cold through spilled ink.
For lack of better words You instill and distill my love Like alcohol in a glass. Bitter and dangerous, But still on these streets. You use me like a drunk And I’ve got no choice.
I am at war with my borders, constantly pushing the limits and disregarding any resistance. White flag waving with good intentions, though I know this is hostile territory.
never censor the dirty words. unleash the violet memories of your violent childhood: lilac frocks and pomegranite seeds and leftover boo-boos because sometimes daddy couldn't see you