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, July 21, 2017
come around can i take all the steps without throwing you back
i'm like thinking of fishing now. thirsty, thirsty,
shy in these lights. my pulse, so high,
no one is saying no. this is slightly pre-our-era
tee-sss-bodies, i feel my body working overtime
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