(Poem) : Cell
What am I?
I ‘m not supposed to tell you
this
This person thinks that I’m
programmed
Since I do the same routines
every day
I don’t think
I don’t speak
Yet I have a job
I don’t work alone
Some of us are identical
Something attacks, we defend
I got sick once
Then I was gone
But here I am
Another me
I don’t think
I don’t speak
Energy is a buddy of mine
It doesn’t die
While I die so many times
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