a firm believer in my pick pocket fingertip politics
which usually end in her best dress ripped
rather than any form of real progress,
over the years I've guttered my dreams
pulled away the hair from the city i threw up in
ambition has set shop in my chest
selling out every step i take
so long live mother's favorite mess.
XO
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I didn't know what to write to be honest, so I'm just going to leave this random message.
Sincerely Anonymous. x
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