They aren’t lovers.
They’re what’s left of Internet history.

All they have left is each other.
And so they hold on as the wave of impending doom
shatters through each scaffold.

The new era of the Internet washes over them.
Leaving them as nothing but a distant memory.

But for all I care, they made this place different.
But it’s now incoherent, inconceivable.
And left “Untitled” on note.

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