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
you could leave at any time
i'm
easy
))flowers((
((grow))
there is just one thing, if i stop, ask me if i've been there
it's taking you so long, it makes me want to live forever
this time. next time. i want to live forever in your face again
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