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, December 28, 2016
Someone has said this about you, but not about me. Little do we know...
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I have no interior life,
and you are my soul
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