My micro chip is malfunctioning, there's an error in my system.
My twelve, third and ninety eight screen is glitching.
Swirling colours of mustard and mint
As the sunflower wallpaper sways to unseen wind.
Outwardly appearances show me at my very best.
But inside the metal and plastic is one giant mess.
Golden sparks are flying, this way and that.
Shooting little balls of firelight out.
Rendering me incapable of any function.
Electrocution is only inevitable.
Twenty years in the making, this rusty old computer has reached its b r e a k i n g ▪ p o i n t.
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Nadea x
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Sunflowers And Mud
Poetry🌻🌻 A sunflower is known to always look towards the light right. Well, sometimes the mud that is surrounding the plant crawls up onto it's stem. And so the sunflower looks down as the darkness devours em'. The light is still shining ever so brigh...
