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
Saturday, January 25, 2020
To suit me like a silk strike
The times are too like those of 1913
To listen to a compliment of jabs
My doubts are basic music
And whose potential when he speak as only he can ...*who's
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