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 23, 2018
~trying to figure out how to mourn a body 10 years unseen
but, there is this loneliness card
that can only be some lie
we tell the self
to remain
innocent
of disregard
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