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SENTIMENTALITY
we have machines
they infect us
they give us the sense
of being
watched
read out loud
written accross
memory through us
can't be useless flow:
desire's information
unfolds
unreels
a taste for vagrancy
an oblivion of its own
o sentimentality
try to focus
and you turn blind
try to concentrate
and you evaporate
try to spell
and you write the name all wrong
we are the keepers of what disappeared
was forgotten
was wasted
was infected
and died
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