| Engines in the City |
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| I arrived in town |
| With an electric toothbrush |
| Pressed against my clitoris |
| After a few weeks |
| I run out of batteries |
| Humming silently between my lips |
| I am the engine now |
| I learned how to make that humming sound |
| Together we make it in the city |
| Silently brushing against each other |
| We share things, but not language |
| My humming is alone |
| My humming is my own |
| My humming is alone |
| My humming is my own |
