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
Sunday, December 31, 2017
an answer, attempting to be undone
They say, you are quick.
We are rehearsed.
Similars still exist at times.
Easily read in static.
Careful construct, self.
Script run a course.
Hope life longer than practice.
Hope we didn't take too long to unfinish.
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