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Kernel Panic
My code is erroring; I die every night.
Only for my brain to open its faraday cage
And resume the regularly scheduled programming.
Morning rays filtered through
Coffee steam thick as the smell.
Will I cease before my dreams
And this joy lose its shell?
With cruelty, only time will resolve,
finding its rest in hell.
Only for my brain to open its faraday cage
And resume the regularly scheduled programming.
Morning rays filtered through
Coffee steam thick as the smell.
Will I cease before my dreams
And this joy lose its shell?
With cruelty, only time will resolve,
finding its rest in hell.
Published 12th Sep 2023
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