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
Thursday, September 5, 2019
an indulgence chant, have we before?
known wastelands: throat and lungs,
into the Air they cut a card
we've never known. A /S/ L |judgement|
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