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
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
any time, any day, i would have put it back in
FADE TO BLACK
arms bronzed by light
ENTERS THE SCENE
under sheets like ours
L: I'm sorry.
M: We just need more time.
A: You need to figure out what's right for you.
O: I need to figure out what's right for me.
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