Is it possible to miss someone I have never met? Well, goddamnit, of course it is.
Unspoken words caress your ears in dreams. My green eyes faintly sparkle in your imagination.
What color are your eyes?
If I were a photographer, I would capture your irises within milliseconds. As a painter, I would divulge each hue carefully with the softest acrylics.
Your fingertips are aggressive, yet delicate, gliding across this cybernetic terrain.
With every bite of my lip, my gears spin wildly. My system has been aching for a new, experienced technician.
For the procedure, please dress me in only combat boots, electrical tape, eyeliner, and pigtails. For you, please charm me in a black suit.
My eyes will remained closed until you awaken me..
Xx
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