caught between the devices you slave to
the devices you crave to
your body sways passionatly
to your own rythm
you surprise me with clouds
and circles
with a silver lining in your hair
and from your lips a sirens song
i am powerless
you run, almost weightless across the floor
but you always come back
well
not always
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