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Black olives for eyes
A peck for a nose
and pancakes for lips,
I built you from my needs
And obtained what I thought was true bliss.
A bed between your shoulders
That flows down your back
My hand rests perfectly there
And it was warm and safe
Until I realised your veins are wires
And your pride controls your cold limbs and clay face.
Knives for fingers and
Grenades at your wrists
I feel you carve your markings
Beyond my skin
I now see you for what you are - a robot.
"Why'd you do me dirty like this?"
(A poem by Life Mazi)
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About the Creator
LIFE MAZI
A RELIC OF GROWTH
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