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
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
in my arms she was so old
can't be positive nor negative, open the earth
quake, slip inside her. many different faces
i said open your mouth, quake. symptoms
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