Mechanical hearts.

Thump, thump, thwack,

 

my mechanical heart clunks on.

 

I am not among your living.

 

I am the other.

 

Staring at ceilings and thoughtlessness.

 

My resentment to life,

 

the living is apparent.

 

By the very demanour I carry,

 

Blank eyes,

 

restless head,

 

empty mind,

 

a frame constantly changing

 

but the doll constant.

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