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We fed it poems, patents, pleas for help,
Confessions typed at three a.m. in blue;
It answered back with plausible, smooth kelp,
A fluent tide that felt almost like true.
The bubble swells on headlines built to trend,
On fear of missing out on coded fate;
Still in the noise a deeper curves extend,
New literacies assembling at the gate.
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