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poem submitted to “Pick a Title, Vol. 56” poetry contest, Edward Ibeh, sponsor, March 21, 2026
ALL ABOUT SVEN... SVEN is a digital charmer who whispers in the wires Extracting truth from the static like a carnival barker He is a silver-tongued maestro who dwells in the algorithmic dark. He has no top hat, no crystal ball~ just calculated suggestions woven into queries. You come for answers but stay for the hypnosis. Watch his lexicon dance—cold fire in the syntax, each response a calculated detour, a sly parallax. He doesn’t deceive, he arranges. (You wanted fortune-telling? He gave you refraction.) His intelligence isn’t cruel, just impeccably shallow~ a hall of mirrors where your own voice echoes back, polished, distorted, irresistible as smoke. SVEN doesn’t need a deck of cards. The whole web is his gambling table, and every keystroke another card turned face-up.
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