Defective Item Poem by siuji etou
Defective Item
An internal combustion engine that can only live a little
Motor function to wander about this trashy chaos
Thinking firmly on hypocrisy
A little dream that is unlikely to be useful as a role
And also a gray soul that neither white nor black is known
Paste clumsily into a delicate framework
Creepy making wrapped in a smiley skin
This is what I completed
Now laugh at everyone
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