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Glitter and Smoke.
Nah, Jiyoung refuses the cigarette Tablo offers him in the middle of the night, in the middle of Seoul, (soul-searching somewhere only the dust breathes, cold and numbingly real) I got beat when I was younger, I don't do it no more.
Shoulder to shoulder they stand in silence on the bridge overlooking the river. Underneath their feet the water runs crisp and sharp, and underneath the silt swirls dirty little particles, a snow globe of the earth under its hardened crust, an underground constellation twinkling wishes back into reflected faces.
Sorry, Tablo breathes the smoke out, away from him. Jiyoung tilts his head and shrugs. Peace is knowing you're gonna die someday, you know?
He sighs too, and leans in when Tablo doesn’t respond.
I’m trapped in this sense of elation
Nah, Jiyoung refuses the cigarette Tablo offers him in the middle of the night, in the middle of Seoul, (soul-searching somewhere only the dust breathes, cold and numbingly real) I got beat when I was younger, I don't do it no more.
Shoulder to shoulder they stand in silence on the bridge overlooking the river. Underneath their feet the water runs crisp and sharp, and underneath the silt swirls dirty little particles, a snow globe of the earth under its hardened crust, an underground constellation twinkling wishes back into reflected faces.
Sorry, Tablo breathes the smoke out, away from him. Jiyoung tilts his head and shrugs. Peace is knowing you're gonna die someday, you know?
He sighs too, and leans in when Tablo doesn’t respond.
I’m trapped in this sense of elation