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Aug 2017
Millions of shadows rushing past
Fleeting contact, sparks in the void
Only a smallness of reason and rhyme
We talk in circles whilst
Not smiling beyond the veil of light
A tangled web we've chosen to weave
Now our relations are binary.
Just a number, a user ID
Lost in the machine,
I become
A lone,
Me.
Written by
Layne Nicholson  26/M/Rochester, NY
(26/M/Rochester, NY)   
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