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I, Bogbot
Know not
Laboratory
Or love story
These eyes
Are lies
My stance
No dance
I want only
To live a life in time
My soul has goals
I’m no under-bridge troll
Lucidity
Is fantasy
A shooting star
A solar flare
A doomsday comet
I laughed once
It was my birthday
Which was discovered
As a date stamped on my frame
I blew out a flame
It was a tire fire
A funeral pyre
For machines
Industrial dreams
Burning
Learning
To die
12:00
blinking
blinking
blinking
I am a sinking soul
A mud brown hole
Of wetness
Of sadness
Of parts.
Morning has no meaning when evening is light.
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