gadgets and inventions only filled a part in his heart
his hands burnt, his fingers were full of calluses
but she still stroked his cheek when they were alone
she was committed to someone else, he couldn't help but groan
his face flamed at her touch, his mind held no malice
quite the opposite, she made him feel great, oh keep up your guard
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this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
