• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 04
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I’m all resistance
in rouge.
Don’t dress me down,
don’t blow dry
my dangerous tension.

Damn you, helmet boy,
I was there when
you were born. My
mouth is stronger
than your tear gas.

Don’t even. I’ve
had a line of trouble,
lived in this place
all my life.

You take off your
riot gear and you’re
soft as a slug. I’ve
got steel under these
lovely curls.