A cool air courier, the freshest dream.
Buttons to touch...
Opening the vents dull lips.
Keep it breezing, each persons comfort somewhere between boiling and freezing.
Big wind mouth blowing, humming.
Keeping my body on the verge of sweating.
Cleaning the room through it´s filter, a fine converter.
The temperature perpetrator.
Maintain those degrees down low.
So we can sit and listen to you, robot- as you breath sweetly.
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