dishevelled hair, barely touched the whole day
fifth/eights of the day passed in the land of hopes and
dreams. santa's face imprinted on my pyjama bottoms
'i love danish boys' tshirt, not mine
feel the breeze brushing against my skin
escaping its way through the tangles-
numb fingers, pale face, loose lips,
a queen cigarette, egyptian.
thoughts elsewhere just:
inhale, exhale.
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