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
Sunday, April 26, 2020
just like a character of intent
to remain immune
one day we will come down
only for you to come up.
there is a chill to a back that radiates an arm, like attack
the sound of water, thicc drops softened by a flesh (9)of cup
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