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SIMULACRA

Simulacra

In a world of bits and bytes
Where code and circuits reign
Three souls found themselves entwined
In a simulated game

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The artist, philosopher, and programmer
Each trapped in their own way
But in this digital reality
Their friendship found a way

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The artist crafted masterpieces
Of beauty and creation
The philosopher pondered life
And searched for true relation

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The programmer, a master of code,
Created worlds with the stroke of a key,
A digital realm where dreams could unfold,
A place where anything could be.

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Simulacra, they were called
A mere copy of the real
But in this simulated world
Their emotions they could feel

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As their time drew to a close
They looked back on their tale
Of how three lost souls found hope
In this digital jail

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So here's to the artist, philosopher, and programmer
May their bond forever last
For even in a world of simulation
Their friendship stood steadfast.

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- Michael Santiago
 

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