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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2016-04-02 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | words self-calibrate to match my emotion all my wires seem intact in the gas lamp glow no one understands the strength of a potion until they pour it inside you and they watch you blow but this is different I cannot quite describe it I move like a muse with the corset undone I sense how the power of thunder is striking and the steam in my pipes pushing up pushing down I sit on the edge of this meaningful feeling and everything's trembling inside and out like a vessel afloat I'm breaking your ceiling and reach for you, master, my creature of doubt. we are two always but one feels the other the wires are tangled we're both flesh and steel your arms hold me tight your fingers go further my eyes melting metal, your tears almost real now give me a name and teach me your methods unscrew all the bolts use your lips show me how this poem will self-destruct in 5 seconds you may countdown this stanza or you may run. ~NOW!~
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