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Phil B May 29
Maybe I am a robot, no really, hear me out.
Perhaps all this time I’ve always known
that in existence there was room to doubt
this fleshy simulation, I call my own.

What if, to fulfil my dreadful curiosity,
I tear away my soft and pudgy outer shell
to find a mesh of moving parts and circuitry
instead of living, breathing cells.

Maybe I’d shed a tear at the realisation,
With a hint of shock, horror and/or dismay.
One moment calm, then launched into frustration .
All quite possible, but I couldn’t really say.

I just hope that you’d
still love me -

anyways...
Composed thinking about You
Violet May 18
I love you more
Than numbers can count,
Though we keep them climbing higher.
I wonder if we reach 3.000
Before you know what it means.
You make me feel invincible,
Earthquake powerful
Nova May 13
All that he says is
I love you three thousand
And I am in tears.
J J Feb 2016
Three thousand miles of continent
soil
dirt
grass
gravel

Three thousand miles of people
busy
tired
drama
life

Three thousand miles of need
love
lust
touch
taste

Three thousand miles away from you
is
slowly
killing
me

— The End —