You Keep me WildIf I can curb your desire
Into one, steady line
You’d follow the bandwidth fire
bypassing hangover mugshots on the LinkVine
And fall deep into computer slipups of mine
For; I’m the one who’s a coy dream in your mind
Take it as you wish; but I’m the one of the canard’s kind–
So, walk over the hope-rope spreading your will [IP] BIND
And when you clean and sober all memory mount,
fix me with a COASt stick cashe rebound;
as if I am just the sick virus signed
Into your registry of thoughts that messes your lock of hair far behind.

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