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
Saturday, August 12, 2017
swelling/do it right/ready for a fight
guess i feel high
something with your eyes
dripping down my body
no heart involved
tell me something
i'll lay down and
die. do it right
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