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Dec 2021
There is an illusion of time lost
Like a ghost from the past
Because we have time
Too much, one could argue;
seconds we've saved
delegating, to machines
the tedious and
cumbersome
spoilt for choice
with reason to repeat
our erring ways
and pet peeves
In an era of undos,
control+z's.

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x  20/Non-binary/cloud of delusion
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