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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.
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.
Published 6th Dec 2012
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