Untitled #12 - John Frusciante
Blind your head in catastrophe icicles
No-one’s fed in cycles led by cycles dead
Ask to shine the flag
Love is distance and blue sits like apples bite
And flows through our hands
I said ‘Hi’ to a man who shot his sister
Panned through the station
And jumped in front of a train
Said I’m a bit confused to meet you
Life’s what
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