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That night, I watched people fucking on my computer Nobody can see me looking anyway It's late And everything turns into a kind of dirty My skin starts breaking with LCD I feel desire One I don't know, one I don't own I'm free I turn off the light and dress myself in silver and gold I go out unto the edge of the city Tread on my twigs that are not yet burning The weight of my boots makes them break And smoke comes out of be-be-be-ne-ne-neath the ba-ba-bark Like a boat down the hatch Like sex without the body! Like smoke rings from my pussy! A night vision; bodies turned soft like newborn jellyfish Mushrooms, light MacBook’s, blind bodies with empty sockets I stare back at my gaze that belongs to your body I ask “is there nothing but seen or seen Is there nothing serve nothing Is there nothin
