[Cyborg Society]


Borne from innocence,
left waiting
in memories.


To fall, being caught in sleeves
that never mend,
only deceive.


Match with hopeful schemes
in the fallout can be so cold,
ticking like machines.


Found strong to endure
burdens with
peaceful mien.

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