radiogrief
I play my son’s cough
for my son
Two of his eyes
miss entering
god’s dot
of a home
I make it up
where I can
his loneliness
But the rest
I play my son’s cough
for my son
Two of his eyes
miss entering
god’s dot
of a home
I make it up
where I can
his loneliness
But the rest
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