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
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
blood was a favorite pain
gallons of aesthetic, cash me
ousside some bar with this
drunk-girl-cry on your
favorite intersectional
feminist with a fist
full of my hair
and am now
imagining
touch by
someone
other than
someone who
loves you
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