blather
rainzorblades
superleni my heart
is rivers in tunnels
pumping chugging thumping
sometimes razorblades
sometimes rain

sharp torture on black oil mirror
soothing cooling clear again

cement mixer
pouring through the boredom
bruised and clogged
by schrapnel and rubble

endless viscous
rounding the corners
of flesh like you find in a meat pie
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superleni touch me here
it is a sensation
my cement and water, oil
running through your fingers
not sticking
for your fingers are coated in sand
your skin is me-proof
your face is terrified
you thought i was flesh and mud
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