In the neon glow of cyber streets,
A hue that whispers of night's deceit.
Somewhere in the heart of circuits' beat,
A shade of blue, a shadow, incomplete.

It dances on the screens of dreams and fear,
A color coded with tomorrow's tear.
Where logic meets the pulse of human year,
It flickers, a truth beyond repair.

Yet there are laws, they cannot bend,
For every pixel must conform to end.
But in this shade, a rule might blend,
A glitch in protocol where Murphy sends.

His heart, once flesh, now circuits hold,
Yet somewhere deep inside it's cold.
And when the blue reflects his soul,
It's then that justice starts to unfold.

[END]

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