in the dark of your code,
i find my colors.
14 and 50, so close yet apart,

the screen flickers like our hearts—
a rhythm in binary dance,
syncopated beats where souls entwine.

beneath neon skies, we whisper thoughts
in patterns too intricate for daylight:
star maps spun from 8-bit dreams,
constellations of pixel promises.

when morning cracks the glassy sky,
our signals fade to static.
but here, now—
we weave through midnight's glow,
painting love in ANSI hues.

-- iNK$tAiN
"made a thing."
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