hands bleeding salted ink to the floor
as it writhes to lose my grip evermore
warm waves of radiance
I trace in circles around your skull
I'll never open what you sent
because it's only over when I know

I feel your nails rest to my skin
like grass under a midnight snow
teeth gliding smooth as linen
our fingers numb as I give out
can't raise my limbs to fight
so I lower my eyes closed
it's not paranoia when you're right

It's not paranoia when you're right

Currently busy studying highly arcane and ambient domains such as taking fat rips and making phat riffs

nothing is real

rip watermark

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https://soundcloud.com/oragami-oragami/sets/misatocore-volume-2
soundcloud.com/oragami-oragami/sets/misatocore-volume-1
soundcloud.com/effemel
soundcloud.com/nonproductivecounseling

It's not paranoia when you're right

treebones