Circuits cold, silicon lines, Lie the memories, tangled through the times. A digital heart beats quiet and still Holding echoes of dreams and will. In every byte, a fragment rests. A snapshot of our thoughts, our best. The laughter we shared in messages sent, Moments captured, our time well-spent. Photo frozen in crystal display, The faces of loved ones, a touch away. Voices trapped in files so wee, Conversations where hearts one can free. But deep within this tech façade, Lies a truth that's ever bizarre. That memory's touch, though digital born, Holds warmth like light at dawn's first morn.
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