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Cyberotica
by BluesmanII

The thin tendril of digits, ones and zeros
When arranged properly,
Connects a soul to a soul, emotionally...
Not physically, but metaphysically, we dance
In space where time exists, only
in the megahertz whirring of a CPU clock.
And the strange, ethereal connection
Is written on files across the globe
Too real to disbelieve
Too tentative to prove.
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