Starting off a little strong but a poem's a poem.
Blue-grey phantoms in dark space
Praising the online statue
They are Pygmalion sculpting orgasms
From pixels, praying for animation
The figure, born instantaneously
Digging with teeth so sensual
Creamy white blood bleeding thick
Burrowing with wide eyes, soft plea
Into the dirty blood stream
Moan at her duplication - bastard birth
Pushing herself through her infantile legs
Figure ready to sell online
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