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isaw a man with slicked black hairchin cut in half, eloping eyesHe flicked his hands at mine“Aha..†we shot back at each otherI smiled and said his smile was sweetHe said he’d copied mineI shrugged and said I copied himhe copied Mei copied HimHe copied Him again.We danced in sync upon the skyand envied either’s shiny shoesWe danced and sang in tune (aha)And shot (in sync.)ourselves on telly.no remote would let us changeThe Channelling Disease.
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