my gold ammunition, — music
dealers, — all music platforms
any intrusive thought is killed
as the generic of genre claim
grim loneliness and sufferance
bleed happiness for fear of me
nightmares pretend in an instant
of being just a marvelous dream
am love, i murder all bad things
[————][in you…]
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Brilliant! 💚
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