my son in the calmest nightmare has seen a balloon
The disconnected god of blood
The wasp of loss
I don’t have your headache, kid
A cigarette looks for its teeth
Sleep
for the older
wrist
of proximity’s
nearby
ghost
The disconnected god of blood
The wasp of loss
I don’t have your headache, kid
A cigarette looks for its teeth
Sleep
for the older
wrist
of proximity’s
nearby
ghost

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