She sees the world in 1s and 0s.

But I don’t see code when I look through her irises,
Even when the LEDs still flicker on her lenses.

I see a human outside of a body, a beautiful soul.
She is not a computer, and neither am I.

I can’t put a number on the way she ties back her hair
Before dozing off in a hammock of my synapses.

I am 1, she is 0, and maybe that’s all there is.

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