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There is chips on her dish,
she scrolls through her mailing list,
mayonnaise on her beautiful lips.

Chip in mouth reading Proust, 
listing to Kanye’s Run This Town.
Transmitted data through her mouth.

Sleep, Restart, Shutdown. 
There is no way out. 
Computer saved all her heart.

Erased the happy part,
she chats to her robot friend,
teaches her how to get it back

Brand new CPU.
Alive, so bright,
she no more looks shy.
She no more has sad eyes.

She smiles and smiles,
shares and likes,
paints her nails all white.

Virgin Mary she feels like.
On this peaceful night,
with just the laptop light.
Background music, 
She sleeps tight with 
her iPhone held close and tight.

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