we are 23
she draws magic on my walls with a sharpie
she draws magic on my walls with a sharpie
secrets no one else knows
it smells like orange peels
big pupils
and black lace dresses
it smells like orange peels
big pupils
and black lace dresses
we lay under my bed on the carpet
laughing
in the dark
the world can't get us here
in the dark
the world can't get us here
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