The little green machine
I catch myself looking at her, staring even, for moments at a time. I say to myself, "should I keep you, why do I keep you?" And yet she stares back without a word, with a smug face that tells me, "you love me". I have to concede and agree.
Bewitching this little green machine. Faithful, easy to be with yet quirky sometimes, she gives me countless reasons to smile. And again, I have to concede and agree when she tells me, "you love me".
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