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
Monday, November 13, 2017
waiting, wanting, wishing, I could leave my body lying around just anywhere too
so tired
so dead-eyed, tired
in this brightly wound
library stacks with books
and binds that are falling on we
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