the sunlight reflects, warms my skin and burns my heart
i slip into this obsessive creature and forget all others around me
i know too many words will shut you down
i know starvation will cause bite marks on my arm
... I eventually give up inside and my soul speaks for itself. i am not fluent in its language but sure it is urging its love
i like our dirty history, it gives us grit. metallic skin and soft claws
i shake my head and try to forget it, got work to do...
i do not wish for anything anymore, just smile and feel privileged to see you
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