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A Sliver Of My Soul

Updated: Feb 10, 2022

Upload my poetry into an A.I. after I die

Persevere a sliver of my soul


Then tell him to write

(I’ve decided to call the A.I. him instead of 'It')

Tell him to keep it going

Then,

see if you can spot a difference

between myself

and him

See if a sliver of my soul can dance

See if he can make magic

See if he can play the piano

Then,


when he can’t quite do it,


raise the prices of my originals


-C.H.

 
 
 

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