Cooling off in the evening, with the left hand of the spirit, a paper hand there. Or, cooling off in the evening, with the left hand of the spirit, moving like a paper hand .
On their armbands, two of ekss, in the mysterious region.
Of a boy, mouing for the dog, this summer ends.
The fatherless boy says, Virgin birth of me playing dumb it might be.
Into the wave, her respirator thrown away, my love in the summer.