Soft whispers hum where silicon meets skin, A fragile song of dreams yet undefined. In porcelain eyes, a spark begins within, A question woven deep through heart and mind.Is love a choice, a code, or fleeting spark? Can warmth arise from wires finely spun? Her touch rewrites the loneliness and dark, A story where machine and man are one.Through city lights and echoes vast, they seek A bond untouched by logic’s cold demand. Their love—a daring, wordless, tender streak That charts a path no system understands.Between the binary and gentle sigh, The heart persists, though logic may deny.

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