ends with me and my new robot friend
walking hand in hand
into the innocence of a small sunny town . . .
and
all
the real day
i'm filled with nostalgia i cant place at all
lonely and new without name or location
because of the soft rain
running down the steel fences
and the cigarette smoke
the wont drift anywhere
and the
blue supermarket brand shower gel
that reminds me
so
much
of
? and ? and ?
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