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(Source: lunchbagart)
They live, we sleep.
—They Live
Dearest Michelle,
Awake in Santa Fe
Springing sleep to colosseum crowds colored Ambercrombie & Bitch
Prada Dada Dolce Gabana Coco Coachella
Do you remember any of the words I said to you before I disappeared to Coney Islands
Far far from Hollywood Lands?
I said to you sprawled on your two story bed, legs showing
Collar boned horizon setting,
“I painted a heart, believing it was yours and calling it my own”
And you shifted into third gear with engines of greed on and running.
I contemplated coming or going, staying behind or left behind
I don’t want to live my life Bob Hopeless or Steve Jobless
And in the dreams you dream, dream I rearranged the stars to spell your name as my last wish.
Come with me.
Taste it.
He made my palms sweat,
