Remake
My mother
Dear one.
My father
A rare one.
Let me be matchmaker.
I’ll put you, together.
Two young chaps
Full of love
Restart.
I will wait.
Siblings will come first
I’m aware of my turn.
But this time
I want a new self
Totally new made
A match for new age.
Things have changed
Souls are dead
We need a robot life.
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