The yearning increased at
Exponential rates
But you wanted no part
Mortally content
Until the surge gave shock
And got you on all fours
Interface f___ed
Inside a cubicle that looks of detachment

Is it the size or the angle? the point is clear
The mortal erection has run out of skin
We're hooked on electric stimuli

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