My chest, rises and rests in mechanical reps.
It's all wiring and fire.. this flesh.
Breaths weave in a spiraling spire from which the mind must profess
the souls scriptured streams of light
until death.
^^^Dope.
My problem with this it is way too coherent. Next time just try to make it a jumbled mess if nothing and I'd be impressed lol. But forreal this is probably the best I've ever read from you. Nice work.
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