Tracing

In the suspension of emotion
We try to desaturate our hearts
With building blocks of black and white
We draw cancer over our souls
Your eyes full of liquid speaks about time
Torn, worn down with the prospect of civilization
Your body inflicted with the guilt of gravity cries for entropy

High levels of serotonin floating on the streams of endorphin producing electricity

Dynamo electrodes wired on your powerplant of happiness reproducing the past

Just for a fraction of the second Your spread, You shiver, You scream. You respond.

Chemically you are still mine

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