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How’d you know to find me here? Tipped off you tipped toed to the tune of
tapped wires and insider information. This manifested destiny, you think
you can bestow on me. An epidemic with allure that brings intrigue to the
dullest minds.
Fix your broken eyes on me she said. As she draped her arms around my neck.
Her wrist felt like rope as they grazed neck and her fingers like spiders
spun a web my body couldn’t shed
And on the eve of battle I’ll lay these arms to rest. Have my subordinate
coordinates turned themselves in?
Transmitted and encoded but my encryptions have eroded. Now my whereabouts
are living in the airwaves thanks to me.
Her fingers, like spiders, spun a web my body couldn’t shed.
Flee the factory.