I see you, frozen under a Pixilated lake, with your cheap web camera, delicately moving over skin. I crawl into your world, with warm regards. Tear down my plastic covering, and ill remove the throat deep respirator. Sparing you my words if you spare me games. Voyeuristic, algorithmic, mechanized beauty, Voyeuristic, bio-rhythmic, pulsating waves.
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