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Cyberpunk poem
Submitted:Sep 1, 2012 Reads: 7 Comments: 0 Likes: 1
Tokyo Android
Serves me Sake.
Prostibots offer themselves,
No strings attached.
Red lights in the window.
The pleasure model.
Fresh on the market.
"Domo Arigato"
I say to the machine.
Hard to tell who is real anymore.
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