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how do I know I'm living?
I'm closing down like the drive-ins
post spring self destruction
apologies for the interruption

painting my nails cherry red
"it's the look," she said
like some post-feminist
I've been meaning to write
it's storming outside
I can't see anything but the whites of your eyes

blushing, bruising
become the air if you choose
do it softly, so you don't feel it
do it softly
we're ribbons of the same hue

pomyslela si Alenka (Alice thought to herself)

blushing, bruising
become the air if you choose
do it softly, so you don't feel it
do it softly
we're ribbons of the same hue

I'm sneaking out of the house inside myself