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
Thursday, November 22, 2018
every tear. every hug. to be a snowflake with intention to disrupt.
you love me.
you love me.
you love me.
i t' s f r e e
be honest about how bad it feels.
and . move . on .
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