More light roots than night-blind
That one dream becomes another
Not on the skin
Fucking back off from the fucking flesh
That one dream becomes another
A dreamt dollhouse
Fucking back off from the fucking flesh
What should I call this thing?
A dreamt dollhouse
Grief is a prosthetic
What should I call this thing?
Think about it.
Grief is a prosthetic
Not on the skin
Think about it.
More light roots than night-blind