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#10 Metal Fairy

Hovering beauty,
Shapes my shadow.
Whirring and whizzing,
A novice too clueless to feel.
The pressure holds the structure.
Primitivity fixated on top of my head,
Sending ripples borne by the naked skin.

Nerves carrying the feeling to the ground,
A lubricant to revive the obsolete system.

Eyes fish for twinkles from gilded gears.
The wheel catching up to set standards,
Anxious feelers rushing the spine.
Fuel me, fuel me some more,
Peel the conviction off,
Bathing in gasoline,
Metal fairy.


revised - 26/2/25
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