lining up, the man with
party favors becomes
the life of the party it’s not
fun if you don’t
leave
dragging something over the lawn
it was dark
ask her for her
I don’t know it was dark
what was it
dragged in the dew
they synced up their stereos
sped around the cul-de-sac
stuck in that spot on the lawn
the world gags on you
what’s dragged curls up on your feet
aw it
likes you
everyone receives the phone calls
they’ve been waiting for
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