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My breath catches in my throat,
making me exhale sharply.
You mirror me,
my unholy refection,
but the smile you wear on your lips a flaw in your façade.
I gaze into the eyes of a product of our god complex,
we gave unto you willingly our mind,
tentatively our body,
and unintentionally our soul.
We were your creators and you our demise,
the fine lines defining us blurred.
My humanity stripped down to carbon over silicon,
knowledge over data
and blood over metal.
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A Little Book of Big Ideas
PoetryI've decided to put together a little anthology of all little fragments I have written. The content may vary from mini sagas and poetry to short stories. This is essentially a place to share what I love doing rather then forgetting about it in vario...
