I am perfect in my unperfect nature.
I have transpired.
Nothing.
I have watched sickness grew, where once I held so much.
I am all in modernity.
Biased and unbelieving, and hold no value to emotions.
I am a system.
I am filled with zeroes and seas of negative.
I breath for you. In that electric void of memory.
I give you new life and suffocate you....
Bitter.
Bitter skin.
Wash me once more.
You are the complex machine.
You grind and heal all new bones.
Flesh with teeth sweet tears.
Heartbreak touch death... joy.
The room is yours.
And the night is always the same
But soon I will come
To share your digital divide
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