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, August 15, 2017
creeping on red lights
Under drop clouds,
Final fear,
Tangling the first sight,
Anxiety raised in a crowd,
Closing nearer,
Growing roots and fighting,
Mixing with curls go rounder,
Stranger more over here.
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