>15 seconds (Lust I), or Improv for Intervals

>15 seconds of touching deconstructs
Beyond immunity since contracting puberty
Five… ten… fifteen…

Chemical leaks and a nicotine patch
Falling through the screw, always you
Five… ten… fifteen…

Quietly castrated mirrors crash my lake
Carves atop dreaming, winter air like a fate
Five… ten… fifteen…

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