Nighttime and the air is rich with perishing pixels
scrub my skin for residual hate
left mischance perhaps
from that time we were awake
in the last of night
when smiles for smiles and ache for ache
were exchanged in secret tones
abstruse scripts of puzzling Morse
climaxes and salacious moans
nocturnal ramblings in secret codes
that flowed in fluid time
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