I live for the fear of you.
flamed hot burning glass
2 am tunes from my brothers unlawful piano causing a lost C note in my head,
repeating - down, down, down
through carpools with beloved friends and caramel lattes that cause the panic attacks,
I patternize your crooks, highs, and boys
where they stay low and where they grow some kush;
to figure where your green comes cheap,
and where it is purely dried up leaves.
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