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05 February 2009

Robot Boy Silence

I am robot grasped in plaster
but I do not move. Donuts in
the morning and the smell of
coffee & cold feet. It does not
bother me; I'm a statue
of robotic solitude. Frame by
frame::::does not matter:::stay
the same. Day after day. Strange.

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