Hardwired
by cereseithne
Coalescence embowered in the firmaments
of your opiate touches and sweltering breaths,
both titanium dioxide and mercury onto my flesh.
And the Meissner corpuscles could instantly guess
your every surreptitious imprinted caress.
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