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
Friday, November 28, 2014
up onto us
Rather not, running time
arms and things feel necessary
Left wondering, burning through
cold into where oneliner ought
See you waiting, come
hold it longer with us
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