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A Robot?

She never recognized
him face to face.

But I met him twice

in a tavern, staring

at the mirror behind

the bar.  When we

talked I discovered

he hated the rain,

had come here to

start his life all

over again.  How many

times had he tried this?

How often did he play Hayden

to someone else's Mozart?

A dream is not a dream

until it's experienced.


Yet, she never recognized
him face to face.
Written by marcella1
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