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Mechanic
By maddin foxxxy
Your hand
Provides no security
You cannot protect me
From the reality
I take in
Your eyes without spark
as you glance at me.
Is there nothing worthy
you might see?
Your skin so cold
as you wrap yourself
around me
Don´t you want to touch me?
Don´t you want to sin?
Your heart, I listen...
A beating machine
Why do you speak of love
if you cannot feel a thing?
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Copyright 2014 maddin foxxxy
Published on Tuesday, April 1, 2014.
Filed under:
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A former member wrote:
a beating machine...inorganic yet organic...the concept of tying sin to love to sex, the need for desire, the unresponsiveness of a cold touch, indeed maybe cupid is not an angel but a mechanic...thank you for the food for thought!
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On Wednesday, April 2, 2014, Stranger
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wrote:
Sometimes incredible beauty is born from incredible pain. This is one of those times.
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