Amelia by Cassino
Don't pass through this ragged room.
The cold old floor just creeks, and croons,
and aches as mistakes stampede underneath.
The video screens have learned to see...
Its blue eyes blind... spreading disease with
vitamins from plastic tangerines.
Maybe I'm tumbling...
Maybe I role with energy...
that I don't have but need to eat.
We don't swim... we dive for what we need.
This holy place I've come to clean.
You can stare... or wash with me...
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