She sings with capacitors
She dreams with resistors
Her patch cables hold me in my dreams
Her music is analog
The electrons form her voice
Ohmmeters measure her love
She said that she loved me
She was in tears when I left
When will I see you again
The day I drove east
She slammed the door on me
She sent her friends to threaten me
She will not talk to me
She will not let me hold her
I miss her dog we used to play tricks
I am in tears every night.
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