Rust flakes from coiling tentacles, yet never reveals clean metal beneath. Scrapyard coils and stolen parts accrete, a streamlined shape, swimming through steel.
A borrowed headlight of an eye strikes reflection in Lunar eyes, and rubberbeak scissors open to whisper one word in a voice of gears. "Love."
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Date: 2005-03-26 08:11 pm (UTC)A borrowed headlight of an eye strikes reflection in Lunar eyes, and rubberbeak scissors open to whisper one word in a voice of gears. "Love."