Automation
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When cold, they slowly spread
Icy, sleepy, dead.
When hot, it all moves so quick
Bright, fiery, slick
They say particles move by heat
Is that not deep?
Do I move because I am deep?
Or because I cannot sleep?
Fine wine pours
Suddenly, I snore
Do you know where I want to be?
I know, it does not leave me.
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