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
Her hurt is never real, right?
we need you now, though, don't
get a million days from me now,
so what? i lie to me too. so what?
you hide. love you. love you too.
love has never been a word that is anything more than a word. soul.
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