These wires, the core
A frame...what for?
A voice box, the memory
Storage and sensoryMovments controlled by code
Having different modes
A cold machine heart
Actually having a restartBatteries on low
Needs a recharge
Finding a charger
The price gets largerVision is a requirement
Ringing on repeat
I don't feel complete
At least I have hands and feet*P.P.S* WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT.

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Poems Of Creatvity And Creation
PoetryPoetry, where it lives "The ones who are trying to define us are the ones that are lost"