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, August 28, 2018
with that fire you started in me. but you never came back to ask it out
or.
did.
they.
burn first.
go ahead, transform space without me
fantasize about hopping platforms in socials fantasy.
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