the red lights in the ocean are dimmer and i know i’ve sobered up
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And then she smiles, but I just can't read her mind. Sometimes, her smile doesn't reach her eyes.
–Mats Ömalm, Hazel (1997)
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somewhere, on some commute–nowhere.
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eveytime i see a good work of art i wanna kill myself
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skies over richmond, 9/7/23
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