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You can polish yourself until the day you die, but you’ll still be defective.

Where is this creator, whose genius ingrained in me a curiosity?
Who is this I so feverishly seek? I am the software for which he grasped.
With the master’s touch, it is I, the only visible flaw within his design.
Shall they claim it, be done with me, for I am the seed they so feverishly crave!
While those hands I seek exist only in memories, this is the beginning for a machine like me.

Categories: Poetry
Tags: #Life

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