no cigar.

by veepho

ninetees summer dirtbag | san francisco

ninetees summer dirtbag | san francisco

She eats no meat
she shaves her head,
She would
much rather her friend
instead.

She never will ever
try anything but that,
She’s g
ot life in a beat,
and will remain without sat.

with kindness She finds
there’s not much here,
has smoke in one mouth,
with words She do
esn’t hear.

She remembers to remember,
to not give a fuck,
her entity is irony,
and She’s fres
h outta luck.

xx
-v

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