class actress – weekend

Open up the screen and crawl in and dream, the dark rooms, the synthesizer scene coated in the texture of the 1980’s, synonymous with the anonymous and the blank stares from the plastic and pompous, but that doesn’t matter much to us as we recede into darkness and I wonder what is about me that has me caught in between the blinking lights and the ecstasy and the ghost white sheets of music beats and now she brings me, the weekend.



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