i'm touched by an ambiguous frailty i smell an excessive amount of lavender the only imaginable romance i know is in my head i smell no such love and her my dejected bruises have rejected bruises and i'm hopelessly fucking right i smell so much love in her if my all my mind was flawless would they be flawless?
Caramel lipstick Razorblade armor i am mixing cement i lay low behind this sundial staircase Freezing people with my mind i can't quite prove that i am not alone i'm a freelance book carrier Waltzing down high school hallways Going on about July's great plunge i just hate my imagination