14.4.13

I am.
Swimming.
In some sort of surreality.


But I'm thriving deep in the gravity.
Come and have at me.

I skirk my sneakers on the streets.
It always feels good when we meet.
Gimme yo skin, I give ya tha beat.

How about that little thing
That you do when we scream
How about that little thing
That changes the way that it seems.

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