The echoes of an amber god

by Marnanel Thurman

Electric sparkles in your touch,
the echoes of an amber god.

You fill my batteries with such
electric sparkles in your touch,
that Tesla would have charged too much
and Franklin dropped his lightning-rod:

electric sparkles in your touch,
the echoes of an amber god.

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