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
we know that we were more.
Distilling for you. Don't feel nothing but the way.
They will enact it too, on you. Some way. Discreet
Days. Hold back, we will up. Know: you're a cream.
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