Buffalo

It’s like this to me:
A boon companion of
The Buffalo harlots
A slave to my reach I
Give her a speculative look
& she presents herself to me
Nothing but crossed wires &
Two fragments of transparent
Fabric What is your complaint
Exactly

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memory documentation and manipulation
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