malikzedit

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on a late night coming home from way too many train rides. lace not as red as my face, i’m home at the same time. highbury estate’s fine, smoking like a dragon, but don’t chase lines. i haven’t slept for the past week, two hours ain’t enough for me, i feel inspired at quarter to three am. i haven’t changed since our last meet, i’m still getting all my meals for free, think I’m being shunned by my feet again…