sitting on concretepink frosting smeared on our lipsmusic blasting loud f frankoceanwhereisthealbum CA 16 years old
Poetry By frankoceanwher… Ode to My Earbuds The way you sit on my deskSo quietly and politeYou’re much obligedThe way you whisper in my earYou always were the most privateYet you share it all with meMost people overlook you
Opinion By frankoceanwher… Tide Pods If there was one thing inedible I could taste, it would probably be Tide Pods. You know, the little plastic packages containing laundry detergent.
Poetry By frankoceanwher… Kenya As I stand atop the ArkI wonder WhyWhy does the Sun rise?Why does it set?And while I hear the soundsof elephant families trumpetingAnd while I watch the gnussprinting through the watering holeIt all
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