Tonight...
Let me be,
a keyless charge to doorway,
your safety net in run
... find within me locomotion,
a home for pistons fluid pressures
take my breast, as sweet compressor
Let me take,
pressings against each margin
for I will cauterise venom flow of strike
Let me show,
through trouble, when your time is buoyed
how I spin you soft words,
squeeze the wringer to out your pain
Let me see...
how in doing this,
two be set free...
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