Reeking of evolution
Friendly digits
I ache for robots
I know my longing
For a poet who is longing
For a poet who doesnt know the highest intellectual esteem
To study the artist
Is supreme
The emotional side
About which they dont care
For me is poignant
So why did they stop to stare
Study that human
Crazy as we are
And go out to eat
How bizzarre
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