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
tell we what you want. i'm a giver
when no one is around, i'm a forgiver
crooked seats, never really cared for little seeds, and
here's your chance, tell me what you want, i'll forgive her.
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