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
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
i want your lungs to start working for me
i know, to be
overlooked
and conditioner
shining bright to
stay silent and listen
only to obey and not
react. i'm all reaction.
ears
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