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D11

I drank calcified water

as if it were the holiest thing

Filling up the body

and machine

We made two words that mean the same

trying to draw a fine line between them

A line we shall call sane

So sane

So straight

So plain

I cannot bend it

anymore

I cannot shape nor mold this existence

The present is not real

This body is not mine

I don't want anymore

I do not need

These mechanical functions have been always been obsolete

What fate

What a waste of experiments

Interactions

Taste

There is no line

Nor ever a point