VOLA
Smartfriend
Eighty pounds of me have turned to cipherand debris in preparation of a future moving inI was not sufficient with a low nocturnalvision and resilient but retrograding skinSure I am excited to be happily invited,though a wire has been gnawing like a moleThis is not the lie I had expected to applywhen I was dragging my deformity down the holeDown the holeI am fit for every stage of labor in thegolden age of marrying technology and mindThanks to the ambition of my physicaledition I am taller than the man I left behindI have good intentions but a few of myextensions are sharpening the ending of a poleThis is not the lie I had expected to applywhen I was dragging my deformity down the holeThis is what you made of meA big mistakeThis is what you gave to meAnother traitorAnother traitorSongtexteThis is what you made of meThis is what you made of meA big mistakeThis is what you gave to meAnother traitorAnother traitorA failed creator
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