Featuring Dylan Rivetti.
welcome to the city where the roads all end before they reach a destination, where black & white aren't as obvious to an undiscerning eye. where pictures are only half developed, half negative but never by choice. this is the fear of desperation: summer ended last year and it never came back. this is the year of separation: where it was always 48 degrees. so would you call it desperation if the words seemed a little choked up? and would you call it desperation if i begged for roads never to end, for them never to end again and again?
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