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
Monday, July 16, 2018
fairytale: you hold me. in your pocket. you light me up. with a certain touch. thoroughbred fingerprint.
and it was gross
and embarrassing
to know. you could
turn me on anytime
you wanted. but i know
you chose me first~at least.
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