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
Saturday, June 24, 2017
leave behind, tasks that demand wisdom, in time
the tight bonds we form with our tools
in you i feel so pretty
become extensions of ourselves,
we become extensions, we must never be apart.
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