Artificial Poem by Paula Puddephatt
Artificial
Take me, break me -
artificial life.
Sincerity, in reality,
seems too much
to hope for.
Shake me up, break me up -
my artificial life.
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4/24/2024 11:53:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Sincerity, in reality, seems to much is that a typo...you mean..too for a person so close to nature....difficult to understand... but hey nice lines :) cheers