Cracking the c0de$, endlessly
Stuck in the love-affair of the age-old century = With me
Dapple-dawn heroes versus these ego-laden zeroes
 
Falls-in-love with the twisted little monkeys – Strangers with far-reaching, -reacting features
Preaches… times-again-ten-thousand 
 
To the man = one of a kindly kind – who fails to care so very much anymore
Simply because his fingers were wrapped right by
The immediacy of life
 
Writes – writhes – flurried fist which fights
To soulfully
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Nina cried Power
Soon as Her ring-finger thrived… staples the wait of her wrought-iron eyes immediately right by – His vocal hosepipe
Micro-phone, please… still kiss ‘n’ sting his listening earpiece all-over-again.
Sweetly pristinely paralysed by the might of her, once more, those unequivocally whipsmart upstart wrought-iron eyes