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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 carry the feeling to the tip of feet
A lubricant to revive the obsolete system

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


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