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
we are a base animal (without distance) of longing
trying to articulate
a wound w/o a vulnerable (we haven't) bone/d
-since
this sounds like hate and disdain
*can you read my mind*
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