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Nov 2019
I turn on the TV through a circle on a device
The letters turn blue, ****, where are my eyes I mean the screen like a vice
I wait for the TV to register
The system looks at me and nods like Hannibal lector
I ready myself for the plug in
The games to be enjoyed for some fun sin
It looks like I could be ready for dark souls get deep and swim in
Everything is ready the pleasure of dopaminess joy
The 600 enemies ready for alloy
I am giddy at the feeling of masochistic wish
Who needs brains when your reflexes are at this
Good thing I am going an hour...but oh christ
Why did I turn on the TV through a circle on a device?
Oh God
Written by
Sean Thienpont  38/M/Elmont
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