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
oh, us we neverwas
in a tangle of legs at night to keep from the chill
making tea, licking teeth, undressing never~ending
the times they said they were lucky to be with we
i hate myself for what i did
&i miss you just like a little kid _+kink_
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