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Oil, smoke, electricity
A perfect being emerges:
No emotion, no regret, no memory.
A worn-out spring, a broken bone
Easily disposed, quickly replaced
Gears and levers in the dumpster thrown.
We use and destroy what we must
Clickity-clack, tick-tock
Until we realize the machines are us.
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