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Through my mirror,
Burnished copper dragonflies
With ruby laser eyes
That talk to me
In binary
That registers
But fleetingly,
Their colours melt
Upon the floor
Like sealing wax
From Salvador,
And soon my world
Has changed its skin
And gone
To my recycle bin,
A victim
Of technology,
Its song
Was never meant
To be...