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I dentity

She is beautiful, just as required Her beauty filtered, her camera’s eye glows Squashed in a square sized box, her attire submitting my love as true as her bio

Break the bound between this screen where I’m trapped My beauty-convincing, my data- selected On this pixilated podium I’m strapped Feasting on a trove of souls neglected

Stalking caressing the contrived creature Craving those kicks out of her addiction itching and twitching for each adapted feature scratching and screeching at my affliction

clawing, adoring the façade I’ve unlocked but my endeavour is shut as the WIFI has dropped

By Elise Bugeja


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