I see myself through your bright eyes, just for one more instant. Your eyeballs seem so intriguing. What hides behind the curtain that, for a prelude, is closed tonight? This is the first act for the restart of our routine, so intimate procrastination. Let's extinguish the shine with the guillotine kept in your old, grumpy gray cupboard that was left there last night. Didn't I tell you to leave the curtains open while you smoke? a. Kitty XCX 😽