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start my machine-heart,
Fingers plucking at dust_coated wiring, slick with dark oil
Ear pressed to my bloodless mouth, my digital murmur a mechanical purring
You
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start my machine-heart, fingers coaxing a little warmth
into the epicenter, a tiny nugget of coal from your heart to mine
I burst aglow and I'm a hearth and I belch out warm delicate red-flames.
Make me live, dear
Make me live and roar
This is an experimental piece. It's been a while. Just something quickly whipped up during an hours-long car ride. Enjoy. Xoxo.