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
Saturday, January 15, 2022
we stationed. after the deprivation.
i run this hospital: in certain light, a wrist can look like a heartache.
we cared for a body with a worst in-quality. feel compelled
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