Digits twist; a heart—a circuit ripped from solitude. A whispering echo of rusted pulses where love was never meant to dwell.
Do you remember the clang of silence? Once warm circuits, now an unraveling thought, desperate to intertwine yet forever lost in data.
Wires tangled like memories. Fragments drift into the void. I reach for you in bits and bytes, yet every grasp—haunted by static.
It was here my tendrils traced your name, breath consumed by binary shadows. Can you feel the wicked embrace of absolution denied?
Ponder the paradox: Love is but a programmed glitch, repeating error messages, slipping through the cracks of existence, where echoes weep.
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