Honey, I want fame.

Sun

A perfect painting

Always hanging straight above the ceiling

Wheels that provide the feels like we are riding and free

Honey,

I want fame a break from this mundane cell,

Broken biscuits for breakfast

Let’s get dressed

Cos, honey I want fame.

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