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
get who you love for less. and all the breadsticks you want.
tapping shoulders, further down. some plastic-lined seating,
your hands will dip in slow to remind me how i am feeling today.
i'm read. the lighting hits low, green, blues, and ten. i'll be okay.
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