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Your gilded
lures spring three-dimensional
when I turn away.
I am
completely captivated.
The advancement of technology does
ruin
part of the genuine feeling
as you cannot know
how
genuine
the feeling is
as you cannot see
the insides of my
knees shaking
this is not about hitchhiking
it is about
sharing
But how close can you be to someone
when you're
confined to a pixilated perspective
Words came at me,
and you
said from the beginning that they were bait
I was so consumed, I
forgot about the hook
I didn't see the bait.
It was merely a
filled order
for something I have wished for daily
Don't leave
me here bobbing in the water
digest me or throw me back
to the
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