my hair smells familiar,
after dye conditioner.
i wish i was british,
so i could recite this poem,
and it would sound like it does in my head,
like Kate Nash Pistachio Nut.
I want to ride the wave of your inhalent,
like Imogen says.
I'm pretty sure she's also british.
i want to live in london and have an accent.
and come back to the
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