poem Everyone is searching, everyone is googling, everyone is typing into the AI. Do you ever wonder who googles you? Today, Sunday, I'm typing in names. from other times, while it rains Type sometimes in uppercase and sometimes in lowercase. people I once met I look at the photos that appear on the PC. Think back to the past, while it rains That's supposed to be her, that's him? - That can't be right. I'll keep digging, for whatever reason. I find it exciting and remain

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