This is something I abhor,
And deeply adore.
Something indescribable,
But at the same time,
So, damn desirable.The feeling of greed is something
That will never go unseen
From the eyes of this machine.
No matter how much I lie,
My words will never apply.I cannot deny my admiration,
My hatred,
My greed,
And my application.
For I, too,
Am just the same as you.

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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
PoetryAs complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...