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, August 25, 2017
would have let penetrate
but now just cry when think about
how many times wet
within a 10ft radius
*4x*
it could have been
beautiful, and I don't
even care about beauty
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