C U T T H R O U G H W A T E R

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Someway, baby, it’s part of me, apart from me
You’re laying waste to Halloween
You fucked it friend, it’s on its head, it struck the street
You’re in Milwaukee, off your feet
And at once I knew I was not magnificent
Strayed above the highway aisle
Jagged vacance, thick with ice
And I could see for miles, miles, miles
Third and Lake it burnt away, the hallway
Was where we learned to celebrate
Automatic bought the years you’d talk for me
That night you played me ‘Lip Parade’
Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree
Saying nothing, that’s enough for me
And at once I knew I was not magnificent
Huddled far from the highway aisle
Jagged vacance, thick with ice
And I
ON MARKSKI
PANTS: GILD – Gather Sarouel
PROPS: MKBCULT –  Saya Otonashi’s Katana
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