We're an electrical storm
and we're lost in sequence.
Melt into me,
a single seething mass between the sheets,
coalesced and virulent.
It's synchrony in force and substance,
form and purity.
Aching in the synergy.
We're an electrical storm
and we're lost in sequence.
Melt into me,
a single seething mass between the sheets,
coalesced and virulent.
It's synchrony in force and substance,
form and purity.
Aching in the synergy.
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