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
Friday, May 26, 2017
it really is in the cheek
It is a dimpled,
We always thought the dented chin would reconcile,
But you can't run away from your sellings.
We don't profit.
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