My kim, my kaym a lonely, a tired, a shadow a wall, a broken frame my kim, the presence of breaking, the spider bridge, the spider bridge, to my kim, this night The night of the leaf A tired, a shadow a wall, a broken frame I sat down to the debris of the roof to the black well of the fall to the waves of fantasy to the palate I walked into the deterioration to the hand that I was burnt. Hell That is nothing left to sleep Cho Candle I hit the curtain.
