Dear poet you said when I open this
book
which you created with passion and pain
I will wake you from death
and I am happy to do so
I want my poems to be
as immortal as yours are now
but I am not sure how it will be
when we will be even more on buttons
Maybe the robots will become poets
and of us they will make clowns
by laughing because our words are
filled
with silly childish imperfections
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