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 8, 2016
we only cry when we are alone or drunk
Safe space create:
I work so hard to make you comfortable.
And I keep washing my hand. And, I am
exhausted.
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