An electric sun in your little room,
The happyness may be syntetic.
I need not anoser any one prove,
If you thought that the truth is in cybernetic.
Your glassly eyes are on my display.
Web-camerly silence, no doubt - it's a fake.
Most people think that it's "by the way",
That must not to make, if somebody made.
Platonical crash or just inspiration
it that why we living, living too fast.
And so nevermind what is your nation,
You are homo sapiens and this is a dust.
Dust
© Copyright: Алекс Потатто, 2009
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