love, in space and time
there's no more feeling
automated love,
cold and unappealing
longing to be touched
longing for a kiss
whisper words of love
tell me that you miss me
see me, feel me, hear me
love me, touch me
nothing to caress
not a hand to hold
i don't need the touch-
cause his body's cold
he's programmed to receive
automatic satisfaction
after love is done
where's the true reaction?
dee d jackson-dagens poetissa (läser ebba writt brattström. hon gillar att kalla edith södergran för poetissa. fint). lite samma tema på låten som the girl and the robot= dee d är alltid lika aktuell!
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