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South East, South West//Tumescence

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By Chick OrlandoPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read

South East, South West

Keep my cards to my chest

If you ask what to play I'll say the Joker

Can't eat, too stressed

But keep it light like a binder(vest)

If you want to meet then meet me in the smokers

Your name is still on my skateboard

I can't tell if I've been reborn

So undress

I play that music from my youth

Makes us feel so misunderstood

Your parents won't notice because it's rebranded

But I'm a bandit, red handed

You're a burner baby, trap phone, temporary

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Our love would've been lively and tumescent but I fucked your best friend instead

surreal poetry

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    Written by Chick Orlando