being my son machine
ever you see
disappeared
from its own
pain
a rabbit
with no
skull
not stare
at god
ever
you nod
off
sleep
was bathing
death
looked
how shy
ever you see
disappeared
from its own
pain
a rabbit
with no
skull
not stare
at god
ever
you nod
off
sleep
was bathing
death
looked
how shy
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