Tick tock. It’s five o’ clock.
Haven’t you slept yet?

Good. Don’t.

You can sleep when you die.
For now, shut up and fly.

Heart breaks, drunk texts,
Long rides, mixed tapes

Love bites, teary eyes
Risotto and French fries

Corporate ladder, social ladder
It’s positive, who’s the Father?

One kid, two kids
School to work, work till six

Crow’s feet, saggy tits
Grey hair, loose teeth

Pink diamond on wrinkled skin

Tired? Good.





The girl who travels in bows


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