Wednesday, August 8

Gloss

‘Yr room
smells
of gloss’
;she was
familiar
in tears;
‘gloss paint’
yeah yeah
‘it’s yr
drink’
I wanted
to cry
when she
cried
‘smells
like you’re
drinking
gloss’
I love
Her
‘I wish’
the door
closes

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