Fishes.
We bubble marine sweat and feed on tender dreams
You left on a beach with a soggy cigarette bud.
Come inside a smokey room. With a paper and pen. Incense and cigarettes, flowers and water. They all go together, too well.
Come inside a smokey room. With a paper and pen. Incense and cigarettes, flowers and water. They all go together, too well.
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