TMH - Hypnotic Vibes
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Heat. Heat.
Near snakes on the white concrete.
The mirror shows a ghost I used to meet.
The silence breaks—and beast.
Hypnotic rhythm skips the we.
She asked me why the men I taste like chrome.
I told her some of us never make it home.
Near snakes on the white concrete.
The mirror shows a ghost I used to meet.
The silence breaks—and beast.
Hypnotic rhythm skips the we.
She asked me why the men I taste like chrome.
I told her some of us never make it home.
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