We are all machines
Following the rules
Of society's law
We are all robots
Working mechanics
In a dull world
We are irons and metals
Screws, fuels and wires
Fresh out of a factory
We are no living matter
No free will nor liberty
Functioning poorly
We are not able to feel
Love, sympathy, joy
Yet they do
We have gear hearts
Screws and bolts
Gearts
And they don't
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Hearts of Roses
شِعرA series of poems about romance life and its ups and downs. Mostly downs, but that's what reality is. Too many ups will give you painful downs. More downs and less ups makes balance. Or maybe I'm just seeing it wrong. Oh, and a wee bit of creepines...
