Friday, June 24, 2022

i miss our own tangled legs in the cold night

as mandatory reporter, report others abuse, but not own.

petrified forest:an institution         we didn't tell them in the tutelage that

when the project lives beyond the site-of-self we can no longer access it

becomes a hanging limb, dead-spun identity without embodiment: my hair is dull + lifeless (needy)

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