Clue me
on your internet tendencies,
with abstract skin pearls.

I want to speak to your head.

I want you to ache inside me
till I awaken your shadows
to the tempest of my northern lights
in all directions .

Fading inside textures of your temple,
fearing the meaning of open,
I did become somewhere
called stillness,
your 24/7,
phallic focused

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