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, May 14, 2020
can you read my mind?
little one,
you need to learn what it means to be owned.
funny how, i walked up to your doorway with *magic soaked in my spine*
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