gender reveal injuries from a nightmare my notes app can’t capture
Son don’t die
I’ve a gazing
Sickness
Son
Don’t die I lost
Track
Of a ghost
That won’t
Eat
Time is a fast food older than plastic
Son don’t
Die son
Jesus
Bent healing
Into the shape of
His unseeable
Mother
Not
Gonna lie
Our prayers
Don’t touch
Imagine, Ethan, my son
Dead or
A futureless baby
Not saying
Small things
To its dad
kingsoftrain 
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