Each meeting is greeted with an extra beat,
A fast punching sensation that sparks a rush, An urgency of dread compromised by a mushy sensation floods by, Each movement illustrating the spark created by the friction. Joined by the dawning sense of realisation it retrieves back to its normal pace, Dread evacuates the pipes as comfort flushed through known routes, The bristles pick away the debris, The clean battered system revived to full capacity for future reunification. The flusher remain steady, No curve in pressure or fault, A system of opposite woes that combine and rejoice, Like a magnet, their similarities retract. Despite their repulsive nature, the flusher bulls through the water, Seeking the rush at little expense, A flow easily rekindled at sight, An uncontrollable earthly feel engulfs this grasp.
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