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, August 31, 2015
Surely they starve--all stares
They sought to own me--interesting line
Appearance, shiny--one bar too short
Gap, widened, protruding enough--call
with
fear
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