Lights out,
to all the lost lovers.
My pain is with you,
and yours in me.
In time,
authenticity dissolves,
and empathy is learned.
In time,
beauty blooms,
and is just as quickly poisoned.
Left with nothing but our own thoughts,
and a hard drive of memories,
will our successors come to fear life in real time?
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