Inessential Androids
And all this will become,
One dream in the oceans buckets,
One sparkle in the dark,
Where intentions are not allowed,
In the perversities of the universe.
You can moved cities, change shirts,
Emboss your quiltings with different colors,
But you cannot escape the inevitable,
We are just this inessential nothings,
Of a dark matters,
And androids in this passing stars
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