'my eyes have turned red as stop lights, you seem ready to walk...'

[acoldsteadyrain]

I feel hot in this moment. A burning in the chest. Glasses of wine, and re-(collecting). Dialing in the drums, rubbing my eyes. I feel the night out a window in Bordeaux. I'm listening to Digital Ash in a Digital Urn and it's so fucking cold this winter. But I'm putting 'em down, glass after glass. Catching the tram late, really late, just walking

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[truthnomore]

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[anonymous]

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