Nov 2015
And I often fall,
To tour around into the realm of his vacant soul.
And we are, and we are all,
Occupationally numb,
Caressing the netting of the skin
As we crawl.
As we crawl.
To tour around into the realm of his vacant soul.
And we are, and we are all,
Occupationally numb,
Caressing the netting of the skin
As we crawl.
As we crawl.
(Ireland)
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