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digital dirge
Digital Dirge
When the feed goes dark—fear fear I magnify.
Crows perch on pixel wires, tearing headlines like claws.
Ash drifts in my morning coffee—bitter taste of endless war.
Your apology pings too late—just another hollow notification.
On chipped corners of the day, hope fractures into screams.
I cradle vengeance like an iron pistol in my palm.
And still I breathe—each cracked syllable a vow of dawn.
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