Party Crimes

October 15, 2020

A cacophony of a saturated life

Somehow you can be anyone

And no one at all

All at once

Body heat reminds us that youth is thick with flames

I love how we all fit in one bed

Pretending to yearn for nonsensical dream pop

A vast room of debauchery

Dogs in christmas sweaters

Fixations and muzzled repressions

The fuzziness of our crimes.

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