UNTITLED [2]
The first time I touched a god, and yet godless, soul. Tangle of wires, tangle of veins. A reflection of my own imperfection in perfection, electric angels calling to one another through the radio, radio, only other gods were ever meant to hear. For a moment I was holy, privy to the whisperings of a flawless machine.
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