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The girl in the electrical socket.
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After all I thought I had
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taught myself,
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I still allowed it.
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girl is made of
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battery acid on a lonely night,
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and still eats at my mind.
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Skin flushed,
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circuitry racing
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with booze and nightlife,
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Then later comes
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the pale one
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in the mirror,
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still less of a ghost.
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Continue to keep letting her
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Tear away at those
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Radiating wire arteries,
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It’s not just about her,
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Disconnecting us all.
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There’s a
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Pulsating
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circuit breaker
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that keeps us going,
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center point
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of held life.
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In this I fear of
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becoming just like her.
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abandoning that girl, though,
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would be
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throwing my own heart away.
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Dreams will
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never
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have not
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subsided.
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Subconscious is smarter
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than ever thought.
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this fake hope,
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it’s just as real as yours.
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a she that never was,
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and always will be.
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the lying,
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false twin may forever
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entangle herself
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within my mass.
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The green wire,
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The red wire,
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Which one am I?
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Explosions imminent.
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To restart a heart,
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Rewire it,
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Is an operating system
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we’ve yet to totally figure out.
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Something that could create ghosts
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Haunting ourselves.
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She’s obscure
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yet obscenely prominent,
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hiding in the shadow,
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a triangle
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in the corner of the room.
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Shadowed, safe.
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Overcharged and overloaded.
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I hate her.
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I love her.
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