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The Last Romantic
I am the last romantic
in the midst of digital chaos,
while love
navigates through algorithms
and bodies
become data
in the vast global network.
I still dream
of handwritten letters,
of the tangible touch
that slips between fingers
on touch screens,
where everything vanishes
with a swipe.
I sing of impossible loves,
in times of liquid loves,
where real encounters
are increasin...
Tuesday 29th October 2024 5:55 am
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