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what’s love
to the machine?
old song plied
by the Algorythmics
setting of a
soppy poem
who knows what
it is to be unplugged?
and that must
never never
say what if not
who but what?
a chill?
and what’s the
maybe rain to them?
there is no
world indoors
and some of
necessity
all life was
brief
when this one
flames and fizzles
plug in another
star
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