an attempt to slam (to be continued)

your marble eyes caramelized my insides

but i remind you of a clandestine

english major with a trust fund

a snail sitting on the trigger of a shot gun

even after everything you put me through

in a sea of people my eyes still scan for you

suffocating in a crowded room

waiting but where the fuck were you

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