see through...

Мы Отпечатки... Времени в Себе, Импринты той Мечты*, что Нас... — Не оставляет...

.............. staying up for another life & you're high
.............. I’m drunk as fuck and I'm getting tired..
.............. neon lights, pretty pills...
.............. you look see through
.............. what the hell has our love turned into?...

© Olga Karpilova  «see through...»


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