I find myself knowing it's you
honey draped hearts
robotic love
in all its assembled parts
a red light of the chest
machinery
but I feel you at your best
in your arms i decompose
but the beauty it holds
beyond any low
you could break it in pieces
make it a phase where you lay
or when the reaction sparks
you could release and stay
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
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