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
i want to, but, you called me easy
it's
not
easy
paint
my nails
and, insert
a finger
width
a hand that shakes.
you're too easy, it's
my way. we do it.
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