hospitals and medicine with their wooden drugs, a underground womb spills over, and you find a decoy that tast like wine, healed and forgiven says the ghost from your past, still some things not right, and to prove it you still sleep in your room with a night light on, , , , , , , , , , , , ,

david gerardino

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