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Mar 2020
From here
I touch and squeeze
Friction current

From here I
***** minds
Smolder in gently
From behind

On your keys
I’m begging please
I can’t get my freak on
These cyber machines

From here
I can taste
Your precious pretty
I can smell your
Nitty gritty

These circuits
Flash with pixel power
Emotional dread
Romantic young flowers
And finally and for most
The connection of
Cyber ghost
Traveler Tim
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Traveler  58/M/Traverse City Mi.
(58/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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