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, August 19, 2019
they are sorry, but
a note:
i am conditioning myself.
not to think of you.
we can become friends again, in the Stacks.
i know (most of all) my limits. can privilege with words.
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