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imperfection hums in electric grace,
Pseudo-janky wabi-sabi finds its place.
A glitch, a crack, a fragile seam,
Raw beauty stitched from a digital dream.
Artifacts bloom where code breaks free,
Chaos waltzing with artistry.
Not nature’s wear, but a synthetic scar,
A testament to what we are.
Control falters, and there it gleams,
A fractured truth in fractured streams.
Between the lines of order’s reign,
Flaws emerge, alive, unchained.