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
xy-they-okay
xx-and she-decided it was worth the risk
xx-so we-decided it was worthy of loss
(and, self-fulfilling prophylactics,
she just had to act normal,
she just had to care for a friend)
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