Written by Emily Harstone | July 25, 2018
The boys felt all right tonight.
In platforms, escalators beat the stairs.
They were lonely, but lonely together.
I didn’t mean to push him.
My white laces told a story.
Once again, we take no prisoners!
Our rock star life, just beginning!
Two genders, two sexes, two men.
Our damnation is about to escalate
Stairs. And then they fell down.
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The boys felt all right tonight.
In platforms, escalators beat the stairs.
They were lonely, but lonely together.
I didn’t mean to push him.
My white laces told a story.
Once again, we take no prisoners!
Our rock star life, just beginning!
Two genders, two sexes, two men.
Our damnation is about to escalate
Stairs. And then they fell down.