Binding Cognate
Hex jam in zinc plated steel on our fingers
wound 'till the skin broke in edges and splinters
Promised to bind any rust eye or fissure
cauterized smoking of thus
We are the cogs in the wheels at ignition
fluid in motion except indecision
Bliss like a novel in last stage revision
Unusual vehicle: "Us".
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