i like intimacy with artifacts. your hoodie at my crib. my chain on your neck. your perfume in my sheets. little evidence that two separate lives keep leaking into each other.
— kc, you went to casa & said your stocks would go up… your stocks not up. you went to casa and said you was done begging aniya for hugs… you wasn’t done begging for hugs. you went to casa & said tierra would be running shit in the villa… tierra not running shit in the villa.