I could taste the electricity of her movement. The constant suddenness of her presence grounded me, the fluid rhythm of her iron circuitry keeping both of us alive: breath for breath, breath for breath. The oxygen flowed in as I did and we reinvented fire, writing, living, forgiving, and happy graves.
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At times I'm weightless.
EvilGen!us
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