Blue Velvet
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Last published Sat, Sep 6, 2025
Inspired by all of Lana Del Rey's beautiful discography - released and unreleased, this is purely a work of fiction. A series of diary entries by a girl named Lizzie Grant.
"The poetry inside of me is warm like a gun"
"This is my commitment, my modern manifesto"
"I was a kid who could only drink"
cover by me~
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