| sYnTHeTiC suMmER... |
| synthetic summer: every day is mid-july. I go outside, and I get high. (can't touch the sky.) a plastic goddess: I worship at her shrine. She is divine, and so am I. (my favourite lie.) we play karma: a superior revenge. it's near the end: (I don't know when, so I pretend.) sickly nothings, circle right around my head. dizzy again. I'm off to bed. (out of my head.) synthetic summer: every day is mid-july. I go outside, and I get high. (can't touch the sky.) a plastic goddess: I worship at her shrine. She is divine, and so am I. (my favourite lie.) oh, how I love synthetic summers. x8 oooh. oh, how I love synthetic summers. |
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