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The Little Bird

Words of wisdom and fear and ignorance,

Through sounds and lights and words and vibrations,

A little voice sounds itself through the mess,

Stories and art of the queen of my screen.

Friends from the void are friends to keep around,

Games of little buttons of affection,

I give you mine so I can collect yours,

Oh how I wait for them to come around.

You are there somewhere beyond the device,

A mind, a heart, a face, somewhere more real,

A life that exists so far beyond me,

You are the highlight of an imagined world.

I am a fool to invest in this scheme,

An idea and a cause just doomed enough,

By my lingering threads of dignity,

Walking over the edge of what is real.

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