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, October 7, 2013
DRRYYHHMMPP
Body. Body. Close.
Hungry, I suppose.
I don't settle.
But I can sink in. Move again.
Make things easy.
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