Audio, Disco, Inferno. Crystals rain like disco balls, shards between the fingers and soul. Skip the record player, skip and play the record. Go on take a breather, breather, focus off the chords. Stay chill like Benadryl. Baby gators (we are) born in the gutter, translucent. I can eat glass, it will not hurt me. Take me into your house and home. I can swallow shards of sorrow, it's words that splinter deep in bone.
lanterns in a state of decay
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