There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move, but I can′t hear what you‘re saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
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A man (or woman, sorry I dont know) of culture!
… or just old enough 😉 my pronoun is “god„ 😜🤙🏽