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
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
a lively concept ,, absurdity plays
on a bed, think about how to change
myself of no great importance
good morning: misty crisscrossed range
clearing in some forested, covering our heads
dismal moor, clean our throats
whispering, warning: keep the streets for me
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