a project of skill-less and dead-author labor turned dead-text turned dead-reader, love
affair with space, some cloud to influx information without regard for human eyes. &poetry
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
f3:40b
Terrified by your passage
Through time + space,
What a mess we've made.
Faking it wetter. Weef, disappearing.
Say known, something, but don't.
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