I have been sick long enough to have forgotten what it was to be well the aches and sleepless nights now more ordinary than exception turning toward darkness I run stiff fingers along this body once familiar meet myself again and for the first time
I have been sick long enough to have forgotten what it was to be well the aches and sleepless nights now more ordinary than exception turning toward darkness I run stiff fingers along this body once familiar meet myself again and for the first time