these wolves can breathe but talk is fucking cheap.
No one breathes for anything but flavors of the week.
From coast to coast you will find me here in this coup alone.
For years we’ll roam, these are our hours wasted afloat.
I have no love for these creatures and I never fucking will.
bold and basic.
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