lovechild
there it is again, a palpitation in my heart. i believe it will kill me one day. here we are still. "i'll never accept this." always second place. football plays and bar ways. answer the tele in the phonebooth across the way. granada and malibu. freedom fractured in two. smelling you and remembering the lovechild never meant to be.

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