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Cyborg Porn - Part II: Morning after
Melting plassteel was a sign
That the night had come and gone,
Leaving us with probabilities
Of things we'd never done.
Straddled on that fine line
Between love and lust and brawn,
You stared at me so vacantly
I wondered, .1 second, had it been fun?
Was that love resound thro' time
And many imitators shamelessly spawn?
Would you remember me
Like a thompson submachine gun?
Was I too hard a cyborg? I resign
Myself to never knowing, another pawn
Of love; all toaster shall see
(An immortality we'll be)
And wonder if we'll ever be outdone.
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