purple canopy
I lay down in a bed of dust I found in our jungle.
It smells like you, your scraps, your skin flacks, your peddles, your pieces, your drop. Its everywhere. I knew they were yours when I looked up, and you were the only thing breaking through the storm, watching down on me. Was it you the whole time?
I lay down in a bed of dust I found in our jungle.
It smells like you, your scraps, your skin flacks, your peddles, your pieces, your drop. Its everywhere. I knew they were yours when I looked up, and you were the only thing breaking through the storm, watching down on me. Was it you the whole time?
I lay down in a bed of dust I found in our jungle.
It smells like you, your scraps, your skin flacks, your peddles, your pieces, your drop. Its everywhere. I knew they were yours when I looked up, and you were the only thing breaking through the storm, watching down on me. Was it you the whole time?