Made of errors
With no delete option
The flawed system sometimes left unwanted
The more malfunctioning systems continue to work
The greater its capacity to hold power
The lesser the other tech becomes
Once of no use thrown out with no hesitation
Different versions of it came through this horror.
- Minha Mehrin
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Dulcet
PoetryI see a star I see nothing more I felt a nudge I felt no pain Was it hate? Was it love? Or something in between? A mystery I assume A history they strive to forget A sultry heart all left alone. ________ A collection of poem I write to find what I...
