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
Friday, May 22, 2020
any circumstance is breaking your heart
this was a game. on the time.
ppl in strong relationships (lol)
quarantined with safe others *hot*
this person is waiting for a ride
back into your life. it is called: hope. you doormat.
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