It sometimes strikes me as strange

Than in my hard drive

In zeros and ones

In digital form 

I have the likeness and movements

Of people and places 

Than no longer exist

Strange that in that form

Of mere zeros and ones

They are reproduced

Though not for real

For my eyes to see

My tears to fall

And my heart to ache

Real to my eyes 

As they once were

But merely a facsimile

Of what once was

Of who once was

Now but mere memories


In zeros and ones

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