yesterday when she blabbered

oh god damn, yesterday when she blabbered, it went on and on.
it was a dry spell. we needed to get away. the noise, the pollution. the face i had.
she was on a spree. she vomitted her words freely without any control. her words were liberated from probably her top heavy chest.

eh, i need a girl too, that speaks alotta things i dont even understa d

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