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robotic

she’s metallic and control
in a body made of gold
she speaks in monotone
and she’s always feeling cold

cuz inside her metal frame
everyday’s the same
its driving her insane
her screws are loose

she can’t f***ing bleed
but there’s hunger to feed
its pushing her need
to self destruct

every night, she seems
to come alive in dreams
when she’s not a machine
of society



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