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Poem: When androids become sentient

By: Wendy Loh


Virtual flowers for lovers
in a cybertronic century
is like drinking cheap instant coffee
Overtly sweet, flat, quick, with a taste that
dives into the bottom of sour bitterness
A dead fish soaked in diluted perfume
But the fairest drinker in solitude sips
Roasted beans; hand-picked and green
Flavours that dazzle the nostrils and
excite the organic skin –
patience in harvest shines
aroma that seeps away from robotic eyes.


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