you are paparazzi with a lens in your fingers
agora of sheer events
has swept your storm
you don't farm me like you used to
flick me more and more violently
make love with the whole world
blocked and clamped my body
log me out for an instant while
fall apart on my wall
I want to be offline with you today
have exclusive rights to your status
with my whispers comment your words
click me with your congested finger
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