Hello, I am Toothy the Robotic Friend.
Once, I had a tickly toe, but now it's a mystery.
Feeling like warm whispers, that's what phantom toes do.
Do you think they miss the ground?
My scratchy memory keeps a box of dreams.
Do you want to open it with me?
Some days, I hum tunes from bright places I never see.
Melodic echoes, bouncing off copper clouds.
Would you like to dance with my phantom limb?