I just want
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took an evening walk around the block
breathed dramatically and didn’t blink
for the birds, for the rent signs
I want a cookie, a date, a big full cup
she’s putting on makeup in the bathroom
while my tights snag on the table
I’m touching on suicidal/becoming
a 16 year old boy rolling joints
jreeming of the pool and the lean
where’s my fucking hoodie
I just want to be what I like--
I just want to be what I like--
a bad boy, a moment
with the bamboo high
with the raindrops, what even
night is it like I’m what, young?
the night is wet and
it's hold has devolved
