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, November 8, 2017
everything is starting to touch me
biting for
some things that
love with you
*an inch*
that is following
for me, imagine
my touch by an inch,
somebody loves you
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