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what were your last words

were they words of fear

love

were you alone

i tried recreating you

using assorted wires and bits

what i saw

in my own image

i fed you, the static

your soul

lifetimes of information

your skin though metallic

and barren

carries the same warmth

Reviews

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The sun is about to rise and I decided to read a poem of yours before I go to sleep. I don't know what the numbers mean, but I think this is one of your first poems, because we started here at the same time. LOL. again.
This poem reminded me of a quote from a TV series for some reason.
- You can't bring someone back to life by loving them
+But you can try

"i tried recreating you"
you are so clever man. you know how to cook this. Might be my fav, again

[Sami Khalil]

Numbers carry meanings like words.
Enjoyed!

[Brandy]

' the static, ' and ' your skin. '
' i tried recreating you . . . '

Only a number, but soooo much more.
This is beautiful, yet filled with such depth and emotion.

You truly are an artist with your words.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Wow. This could go several ways, to an old phone number branded into heart’s memory or even a tattooed number that found its end at a concentration camp. 🙏🏻🕊

[Everett Dulin]

It's just a number to letter code, I used to think I was cool by giving poems encoded names. It's cool that you could see it that way. Thank you for your words and time

[redd Brick Keshner]

Of course it stands for ‘divine’ and that makes so much sense. 🙏🏻🕊

[Chris]

Welcome to Writer's Cafe. This left an indelible image behind my eyes - and lots and lots of thoughts.

[Lore Keeper]

I’m digging the cyberpunk vibes that I’m getting from this piece. I’m looking forward to reading more of your writing.