Scuffy humid, oh day!
Primp and pretty
To knees and pleas
What's a proper day without trial?
Indeed He did this to me
As is, the reason living each day.
Each precious breath.
Indoctrinated? Maybe.
Desensitized? Absolutely.
When it came to the tie
Where you feel exactly as this technology--
empty and made of electrodes.
What. What. What are we doing!
To come to the lowly fact
Of facing one another
In loving embrace.
None but glare of curiosity and wonderment.
Welcome to Hell
Says the seas which we live and breath.
Binary, microwaves, and metal.
Where love is made, shown, and killed.
Whether closely 'round, or leagues away
It won't compare to the purity
of a blooming conversation.
Eyes locked
Souls breached
and you bring me to heaven.
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