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, June 19, 2017
could I still be thinking about you?
See a sunset, no sleep at all.
I've been thinking too much.
Can't get through this at all.
*it is just some copied song*
**like always. floored armor*
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