​Jake Platt​

FILTHY GRANDEUR, SUBLIME DISGRACE

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When my windswept hair is six feet four inches above red clay

I will be recording videos of horizons that I’ll show to no one

Inspiration and expiration trying to find ways new ways

to makesense of everything as it and I die

There is time but I can’t feel it

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