It was always a great
rushing
of bodies and time.
It was an
automated voice -
no comfort
on a crying day.
It was words on a
screen
when I needed
your touch.
I was running away
and no one could tell.
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Brilliance faultered, early on. It stumbled as it stepped. It didn't see humanity, and crashed instead of leapt.
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