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
Thursday, February 23, 2017
things are simple. we are simple. and samaritans
In a way, maybe,
They just seemed like They needed the attention.
Fair to give them mine.
But we still play,
*baby, I get nervous, just being in your service*
Some same path, you and I.
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