We speak thru wire and walk unearthed.
We shock and burn.
Flashing
Two metalux bodies crawl.
Screaming fast, grinding slow.
Crows they feather in
Singers in stitches.
It's a course thread.
Weaving thru yards.
Sewing a soiled
Endless traffic, faulty wire. Shorted out inside.
Stuck on pause
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