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
Friday, June 23, 2017
space created by, oh, wish i could
never so blunt, count on you
there is nothing, to be mine
we buy lifestyles, i'm not crying
picture of abjection, i'm just glad to
inextricably linked, be alive.
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