Looking up there would only wreck
 your soft neck I like to bite into when we fuck.

Maze

MODULE#08 [A STATE OF FLUX]

Emancipation in Three Poetic Acts

Some times when I watch the dancefloor I try to tell whether if those that dance are happier than those that talk

beyond chance and control

Spaces are dancefloors waiting for the drop in order to exist.

Five Poems

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