Organic MachineA Poem by MarySilky silence Lingering Between breaths My chest goes up and down My pulse a continuous beat I am an organic machine My purpose predetermined My choices choiceless My value diminished But my will is strong My smile angelic, And my love fresh. My indifference And denial Always in place I am a clueless calculator. © 2010 MaryAuthor's Note
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