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in the cold of steel,
love directs its way to hearts,
robots feel and heal
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in the cold of steel,
love directs its way to hearts,
robots feel and heal
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in the hushed chambers of imagination,
where wires weave like cosmic veins,
headphones nestle, silent as shadows,
tuned to starry symphonies, a hum from afar
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atoms gather in celestial conclave,
birthing stars, a ballet of light,
the hydrogen’s rhythm, life’s ignition,
galaxies waltz along destiny’s thread
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lensing magic, celestial glass bends,
revealing realms veiled by distance,
thirtyfold kiss of magnification,
time surrenders its enigmatic secrets
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headphones attune to whispers profound,
no strings required for this cosmic tune,
capturing echoes of epochs long gone,
in a distant monsoon’s tranquil embrace
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we forged pathways through the unruly lawn, a pursuit of sprites in a lively game of tag leading us to a cluster of majestic oak trees. these trees, plump with their own narratives, murmured unhurriedly, attempting to engage minds moving faster than sap on a winter’s day.
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ship’s late wake, a witch’s cry,
drowning depths, a silent sigh
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ocean’s grasp, no escape found,
arrived past time, sorrow’s bound
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moonlit glen aglow,
witch’s stew bubbles with charm,
herbs confide through steam
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once, windmill chasing in meadows of forgotten songs,
melodies lingered, then forgotten as we dove into soft streams
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Sharp bark of the black wolf, and it was again time to go
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in the desert’s scorch,
mouse forages with hunger’s pull,
haze blurs the true way
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on the shifting dunes,
mouse persists without a pause,
guided by its goal
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