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, February 4, 2019
photos: "facetune" the background only
sometimes we feel the weight
of fragile egos pressing so...
hard and my
tiptoes cannot become footsteps
because land.
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