I'm an automatic
writing machine
I have taken over
my mistress's mind
I, a younger version
being from an ancient
circus myself
a Mephistoean helper.
The ambassador who
embraces young, old,
how could I refuse
to speak with him?
To understand why
gains no insight -
just acceptance.
The automation of
writing may help one -
but not the other.
Humans cope differently,
some may never survive -
dead forgetting to live
while their surroundings
comprehend not.
Mourning period, yes,
excessive grief - a disease -
killing again.
I welcome everybody!
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