Go ahead, execute me
With those melancholy eyes;
Pierce me through
With your electron sighs-
We try to touch
Amid the cables,
But it's too much,
We're never able.
Can't you see, my blood's aflame
With the ghost in the box;
And only to me,
Squared symboled, it talks;
I move even closer,
To it's milky eye-
But when I get too close
I catch on fire.
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