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Miranda was tall
With black hair
Green eyes
And dark brown skin
Dappled with freckles
The roboticist in Busan
Was an artist
She was beautiful enough
To break Vincent's heart
Nearly every day
Occasionally he would awaken
Covered in sweat
And reach for Miranda
You were dreaming about her again,
Miranda would murmur,
Your old wife
Vincent was not a cruel man
But sometimes he longed to
Peel back the perfect fibreglass skin
To unplug Miranda and leave her
Beside the curb
Like an old refrigerator
Or stove
That is true,
Vincent would say on these nights,
But you are the one who is with me.
It is you I spend my life with.
We are both all we have,
Miranda would agree
Sometimes moving closer
And then sometimes not