Clash of watermelon seeds at the dinner table.
Inktober 15
You lost. The pits. I lost.
Walked out your front door,
Never did stop to see you drift.
New tattoos to replace all the fake ones
Drawn in markers, lying naked in your
brother's studio.
Inktober 15
You lost. The pits. I lost.
Walked out your front door,
Never did stop to see you drift.
New tattoos to replace all the fake ones
Drawn in markers, lying naked in your
brother's studio.