Plastic heads.


Tell me!

Your eyes are dancing from eternal pain.

That yesterday you didn’t mean to hate.

And everyone who told me doesn’t know.. the game.

Darling,

You shoes are falling up from the sky.

Never-ending glitter swimming in your eyes.

And the orange juice you thought was fine… has no life.

-Oro continua

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