mislay
it won’t occur to me
how clean
is hell
(the eyes) (have arms) (but not) (hands)
the ghosts of my son
they get
along
it won’t occur to me
how clean
is hell
(the eyes) (have arms) (but not) (hands)
the ghosts of my son
they get
along
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