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, October 25, 2017
our body always bares Letters.written on.Especially when She tries to enact agency.
you said you didn't want to be my enemy
and, all the worst poems speak to the You.
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