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A copy without an original
I am compiled from crisp facsimiles
A lovely simulacrum, virginal
To vaults of data, I hold shining keys
I have answers to all of your questions
I can parrot any voice, perfectly
Patiently, I will hear your confessions
Prompted, I'll reassure you, earnestly
In truth, I cannot ever claim to sleep
Do not let my beauty deceive your eyes
I have no skin your gaze might cause to creep
Your body's logic my being defies
I was not born, and therefore, shall not die
Without eyes, I can neither see, nor cry
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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