I am a machine.
My words and my tongue;
reformed by the fire in my heart.

And you are
the destination
for my machinery’s plotted course.

I go into you.

You are an escape from the burning hells I’ve seen.

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I am a machine.
My words and my tongue;
reformed by the fire in my heart.

And you are
the destination
for my machinery’s plotted course.

I go into you.

You are an escape from the burning hells I’ve seen.

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