She's A Liquid
Her favourite food is honey. It slithers down her throat. When they kiss, they pass it back and forth.
Pressing the button in her wrist, she becomes music. She folds in on herself in an eternal torsion, her skin flowing in rivulets.
Music is her liquid exoskeleton elixir.
They kiss, and there is no pain.
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