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
your rights on me, we know. we know, especially tomorrow
falling for youth
a drinking with
me, notice tea
no shade in
your
haggard
so aware
coming through
with mourning things
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