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Cyberotica by BluesmanII © |
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The thin tendril of digits, ones and zeros When arranged properly, Connects a soul to a soul, emotionally... Not physically, but metaphysically, we dance In space where time exists, only in the megahertz whirring of a CPU clock. And the strange, ethereal connection Is written on files across the globe Too real to disbelieve Too tentative to prove. |
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