Spelling is a lost art.
Tiny hatz are the new bow ties.
Silence is the new twitter.
Glitter is the new glitter is the new black.
I flushed my eyeglasses down the toilet
At a marc jacobs party.
And lost my tiny hat.
(This is why I am not invited anywhere)
This is the last summer I am young.
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