Drenched in ennui and disaffected gloss, Moss Lime curl like cigarette smoke and tangled sneaker laces. Languid human frame draped over a frayed armchair, Sunday afternoon green-out pop music. Quarter bottle of vermouth, fried egg remnants in a pan, burns on the carpet, tortoiseshell cat napping on the radiator.
Moss Lime
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