Noise, noise, and exhaustion.
Dark, dusty flowers roughly fight a small, dead cigarette.
Where is the old street?
Shrink quietly like a dark window
Misty, fast streets calmly buy a dry, noisy light.
Talk calmly like a small jackhammer.
Why does the corner walk?
is anything really new?
Noise, noise, and exhaustion.
the night is addicted to you
Noise, noise, and exhaustion.
Noise, noise, and exhaustion.
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This is fabulous, and very disturbing… Or is that just me projecting my own disappointments and failures?
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