gesture,
gesture 7
Loneliness spreads into regions of sleep never before undiscovered
When I say my son is dead you can't say if he is or isn't
In a field of handpicked sex follow not the glow of the sobbing fingernail
Recognize time when I see it
gesture 7
Loneliness spreads into regions of sleep never before undiscovered
When I say my son is dead you can't say if he is or isn't
In a field of handpicked sex follow not the glow of the sobbing fingernail
Recognize time when I see it

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