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Let me sit a moment in this silence, reduced to the hum of a machine, at rest

It's bewildering, at best, this database, the way predictive text paints a poem with someone else's words

or maybe inked of our own, you never know - some scraps of writing past might now be nestled inside the box, boomeranged back with a prompt

But I won't even recognize myself, reduced to numbers and noise;

What's long gone gets gobbled up, and the future, still a pencil mark away

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