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-Velvet Goldmine Mix
May come apart in your hands as you try to unscrew it. May cause uncontrollable giddy laughter, the kind makes you scared you will die. May contain a middle-eight bridge into pre-chorus that chews on your brain for weeks, owns you, truly owns you the way only lockpicked riffed-out hooks can. Please, this one song may be the last stitch still holding the hot sticky mess of me together.
warning: may contain small parts
Daniel Hales
blind drive
prose poetry for the people
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