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
Sunday, May 7, 2017
when did I turn.into every ahole I avoid
Seed is loud and vibrating
Seed isn't waiting for we
Seed is ready, future, willing
And, we scare it off every time.
Too much affection
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