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, May 24, 2020
~~and, i miss you just like a little kid
Lately, I get so nervous. You are
a distant trouble.
Being hunt for me. Waiting there
Maybe your the representation
I'm searching for.
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