Written by Kate Crash
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The Kate Crash is Experience lives here. Here's her latest piece.
she's picking up [russian] men up of the internet she don't want 1 she wants them all it's sunday afternoon i don't know what to do i'm sad again thinking of [life me/you] who knows who
her white fingers tip tap tap with nostalgia on my left the room is painted green and blue we're sitting on the floor, lace dresses on the door and walls she's prettier than me this i know for sure
but it's okay if i was born this way listen to the traffic, watch the flowers bloom it's sunday afternoon another day come too soon we laugh through our teeth and tell each other we're pretty i take the hair form her eyes where it is eternally night, lost and her skin is day, seaside water soft [i am good][almost good] i am almost good this i know for sure she pushes send another =rich men will be knocking i won't reach for her hand in 10 years from now her child will be all grown up i will be i don't know [HOW] laughing through my teeth pretending/tellingmyself i am pretty i am good, almost good this i know for sure i am good, almost good this i know for sure i am good, almost good almost good almost almost this i know this i know for sure this i know for sure i am good sat 1203am but really written on friday five minutes before so friday
this i know for sure
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