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
your hands will dip in slow to remind me how i am feeling
i can't take my eyes either.
did i say that i want to leave it all behind?
i can't take my mind off, either.
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