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Robota Glass
Once
I did not need edges
I drifted
in dream.
Then
fire melted sand
and
I became.
Now
filled with Water
stuck on ground
inside circuits
fed by sound
womb admits
living beings!
I change color
show weather
why I think
I will someday
be human,
God only knows.
He
drinks from me
In his hand
I am still transparent
after years
of filling myself
with the world.
ƒ „
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