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Marginalia·

The Machine Regime


she, emerald green,
carries her parents' dreams,
themes deemed never meant to be.
her self-esteem bleeds,
broken seams so it seems,
no scheme could intervene.
routine, caffeine, good meme,
fleeting team upon which she leans,
all too keen with potential unredeemed.
obscene to me, the machine regime.

In the margins