body musics
for fear I will want to be the son of every man I meet
I give god
enough
to imagine
me naked
* and failed / comes field / out a mother’s / mouth
for fear I will want to be the son of every man I meet
I give god
enough
to imagine
me naked
* and failed / comes field / out a mother’s / mouth
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