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Jun 2014
**** this all to hell.
Ignore the screeching
from my machines
and the clack of his cold
steel boots
on a marble floor
because we don't need them anymore
we can survive on our own
on this barren planet
with our own rose bushes
and thorns
to end it.
r0b0t
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r0b0t  Seattle
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