luck falls like the no snow foils candles, tears up cups; i asked for no hero but he gave her to me anyway i asked for no winter but it fell with city ash anyway i asked for no favors but sometimes you don't have to

electronica ocean tastes like burnt sugar, mellow marsh farewell fires. she's like an early retirement. daisy wallpapers, the radio and dinner at 5; iron lung, alzheimer's and bed at 7.

and all in such a convenient little package


  • Luna Kay
  • Wocket

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