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A poem I wrote for a Scifi Magazine. |
| If I listen close I can hear the tick-tock The clock inside me And I know I am machine Designed obsolescence In the program eternal I can feel the count The hours on the meter I am machine Even with parts interchangeable Functions reconfigurable Memory rewritable Limited to one life cycle I am machine I know my heart Does more than just beat I fear and I feel But in the end I am machine |