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[yrloveless]

i want to be famous for falling in love//
the problem with me

there was perhaps a full moon today?

to dream of kooky diseases as of yet unnamed
i want to put you and you in a polaroid picture waste frame
for one to be the goodmorning and goodbye
it's like listening to seam on repeat
i live in someone else's bed
just drifting
you know
when the weather lets up
we'll all be more pleasant
and then perhaps the kookiness
[ok that's not what it is]
will subside somewhat

then there's our city
from the filthiest fifteenth-floor window
it looks like the year nineteen hundred








and really in the year nineteen twenty