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 were hungry before we were born"
But.
Best.
At.
Starving.
We didn't come her. To fight her.
Another road block in our way.
If we go, we go together.
The tone I'm dreaming for.
They.
Say.
We.
Can't.
Do.
Better.
Don't walk. Run.
A life, know that we were born.
Isn't it, hungry.
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