This is total narcotic drip, white sheets drenched in suburban hood and smoke stacks with primary school boiler room silt and literal back yard toy salvage, dirty Nikes that keep it GHE
TTO
with the
paper cups, slow burning, and it does burn, down the side, dusty winged and tasting like that summer where you lost yr house keys so threw some pebbles at yr flatmates window and when he still didn't hear you sat outside on the concrete steps next to the tree and tried to read yr book but the only light on there was that coming through the leaves from the streetlight, barely enough to make out the sentences, it still smelling like partially melted asphalt and some faded humanist residue, sardonic but kept real.
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