Romantic by Run DMT


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For romantics who see patterns when they sleep
For drunk kids and their terrified bodies in approach
For the sun escaping us
And that newness
Which shook us into a long sleep
All the gold days
Ripped open by old gods

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