The Pride Before, 29 (242.)

What does the machine mean,
I was right there,
and the internet was with me,
it didn’t go anywhere.
It’s all better now;
we’re having conversations.
It plays music I like,
as my mood shifts.
It’s impressive,
the way it knows me.
Maybe even scary.
I don’t think too much about
that, though,
and I
keep the tunes
rolling through the speakers.


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