The
Twin
My personal Computers, agile
Not Parried,
but compacted
Into pact
of union, emit numbers
And papers in
steadied ringtones
Innate and
streamlined in them.
Tab gently
mocks, 'bereft of me,
You both are null'.
Now I feel My job is done.
I review my outcome, multiplied
On colour print,
always
A touch , a smile on tab
Amidst a short silence
Of the friendly Twin.
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