Category: poems
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Chance, Luck, Fairness

I have six faces, yet my dots don’t quite obey. Two sides seem to agree, but something’s oddly astray. What am I?
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Mibbit, the Little Glitch That Stayed

I steal your cursor, Then blink as if I meant nothing— Who taught the screen to grin?
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Dream Horizon

I rise without a map or chart, I live within a waking heart; I’m built from hope, and far I roam, A vast invisible kind of home.






