Artificial

May 2
1 min read

Updated: May 5

Begin to read,

Not all

thinks

can be thought

for you

Snap off your AI friend

when

Insults breathe wind,

shaping my body

creative again.

Resurrect

mountain songs,

From changeling woman’s

surging separation

Devouring my senses, path of should

Now longing for

Two Medicine.

-thisisaaron

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