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In a wide street of commuters and passers by
rare is road disorder, measured in a small scale
busy minds, walking legs, punchers of devices,
a quick censors and smart gadgets top the stats
sitting, walking, eating or talking, one powered tool is present
life has evolved, blood has turned digital
without the emission of rays, air will not spread
tragedy embraces a compatriot to be in pain
the first helper is agent delay, followed by a community of phones
his cry only increases the pixels of these portables
a poor in need of help, treated like an abstract epiphany
the first human appears for an incredible assistance
the accompanying round of applause had no genuine power
hands from strong hearts jam to form a clunk
the scene ends and everyone is back to the virtual world again.

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