You look through the cold screen.
You write our weird love scene.
That I have stopped to approach you.
Our lust is to be let in.
Flesh of mine, your restless digits.
To get away affection.
All the time I seek you for сonnection.
There is no other reason.
Melt down by excitement.
Ruthless, cruel and cold machine.
I know, all that will be.
We will never recede.
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