I am a machine

Tue, 12/08/2015 - 22:51 -- Lin


Oil drips down, down

My quivering lips

Eyes shift in an awkward silence

A breath arrives

Pushing my gears

My wiring working once more

Arms reach out

Hands grabbing at the air

My movements robotic-


Malfunctions Cease


Now may I do as I was created to do


A machine of speech and acting

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