The Sci-Fi Poet
Tuesday, October 30, 2018
If 2=2=5, why do I still like him?
i watch atop my perch, staring along the adrift
he seems to lonely, so hard to miss?
In the deepest ocean blue, where are you
my corporation?
Far along my sea, i see only men
where are my eyes?
You turn me...
--Hal
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