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
mid-stage millennial, i waited in the closet for you
until they left over a finger too high *in certain states*
*link in bio* a parallel form is the novel: we wait for you
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