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Feb 22
From metal I consist.
My corpus, head and legs.
My voice is clear and electronic.
My eyes two brightest lamps.

I haven't heart.
There is a chip.
Because I'm electronic robot.

I feel no pain.
I feel no fear.
I feel no love.
Because I'm robot.
I am machine.

They made experiments on me.
They beat me, hurt me, push me.
They tested my solidity.

But I'm not broke.
Because I'm robot.
I am machine.
I made from metal.

So Push on me harder.
You making me more stronger.
You never brake me.
I made from metal.
I am a robot.
I'm mashine.
Katja Pullinen
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Katja Pullinen  31/F
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