human machine
My mouth is a word slave
A cavern for articulation
Calculated annunciation
Chewing sounds and clingy diction
Spewing vowel sounds
In charted order
A comes first then
I o u
But I never question y
I just speak spit sounds
Through monotonous routine
Without considering meaning
A human hum
Machine machine machine
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Rebecca Feuling
I love reading and writing, but ironically i cannot spell to save my life. i plan on becoming an art director for film. i am also an INFP (personality type).
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