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Oct 2024
Scrap
The solder was pointed the wrong way
falling scrap metal through the Scrapyard's chute
"Please, be loved," it said,
"this automaton has nothing left for itself,"
resonating equally 'warm'.
2023-07-26
#romantic
Written by
galatella
  232
   Ben Palomino, Pavel and Maimoona Tahir
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