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Devin J. Donovan
Typing the Robot
Flesh responds like clothing
At the robot’s touch, its cold
Metal hand conducts body
Heat with some efficiency.
You shine like a mirror
Says the robot.
I fail to close my code
Parentheses. The robot will not
Let me say what I mean to say
Imperfectly.
What was that, asks the robot.
I said I love you.
I know, says the robot,
I saw you typing.
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