Bells sub-bass breathing — микроблог User132




Bell doesn’t sleep,
She stands in your dreams with her coat on,
Smoking a cigarette you can’t see.
She laughs, and the streetlights drop a key.

Bell doesn’t leave,
She evaporates,
And the air stays wrong for a week.
Elegance with a fracture humming underneath.

Автор: User132в 01:32
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