did i whisper gm
to those I’d brushed against
syllables
echoing across vastness of an expanded web
messy sheets
lovelines not in faces or bodies
but
avatars of mysterious machines
or my people
I can’t tell if the love comes back
yet
no echo felt
operator…
or circuit breaker
gm
did i whisper gm
to those I’d brushed against
syllables
echoing across vastness of an expanded web
messy sheets
lovelines not in faces or bodies
but
avatars of mysterious machines
or my people
I can’t tell if the love comes back
yet
no echo felt
operator…
or circuit breaker
gm