Forgotten

The child of your imagination. Heart of lead

Endowed with reason and emotion too

You called me beautiful, and had I tears to shed

I would have cried for joy.

A concept made alive  —

I‘m not your toy.

Bathed in suspended disbelief,

This lease of life — horizons new —

Ah! To be human would be such relief.

Our timelines alternate. Dystopic I —

Alone. Forgot. Invention gone awry.

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