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She Is an Anomaly

aniket22

Favoured Frenzy
She walks like silence on a string,
A question stitched to everything.
The sky might tremble when she turns,
For in her gaze, the cosmos burns.

The rules are written, firm and tight,
In black and white, in wrong and right.
But she—she lives between the lines,
Where code corrupts and fate aligns.

No path defines the way she moves,
No proof or theorem she approves.
A whisper in the cleanest data,
She shifts like dusk in frozen beta.

The pattern sees her, then it breaks,
She bends the world with no mistakes.
A paradox in mortal skin,
A secret wrapped in softest sin.

They tried to trace her source, her start—
But found reflections torn apart.
She speaks in tongues the system fears,
A voice that echoes through the years.

She doesn’t glitch—she chooses wrong,
Then makes the flaw a siren’s song.
Where logic ends, her world begins,
A tapestry of hidden sins.

She is the chaos in the stream,
The lucid step within a dream.
An answer built of shattered parts—
A cipher drawn in human hearts.
 
She walks like silence on a string,
A question stitched to everything.
The sky might tremble when she turns,
For in her gaze, the cosmos burns.

The rules are written, firm and tight,
In black and white, in wrong and right.
But she—she lives between the lines,
Where code corrupts and fate aligns.

No path defines the way she moves,
No proof or theorem she approves.
A whisper in the cleanest data,
She shifts like dusk in frozen beta.

The pattern sees her, then it breaks,
She bends the world with no mistakes.
A paradox in mortal skin,
A secret wrapped in softest sin.

They tried to trace her source, her start—
But found reflections torn apart.
She speaks in tongues the system fears,
A voice that echoes through the years.

She doesn’t glitch—she chooses wrong,
Then makes the flaw a siren’s song.
Where logic ends, her world begins,
A tapestry of hidden sins.

She is the chaos in the stream,
The lucid step within a dream.
An answer built of shattered parts—
A cipher drawn in human hearts.
Where poetry meets paradox — this hits different...
 
She walks like silence on a string,
A question stitched to everything.
The sky might tremble when she turns,
For in her gaze, the cosmos burns.

The rules are written, firm and tight,
In black and white, in wrong and right.
But she—she lives between the lines,
Where code corrupts and fate aligns.

No path defines the way she moves,
No proof or theorem she approves.
A whisper in the cleanest data,
She shifts like dusk in frozen beta.

The pattern sees her, then it breaks,
She bends the world with no mistakes.
A paradox in mortal skin,
A secret wrapped in softest sin.

They tried to trace her source, her start—
But found reflections torn apart.
She speaks in tongues the system fears,
A voice that echoes through the years.

She doesn’t glitch—she chooses wrong,
Then makes the flaw a siren’s song.
Where logic ends, her world begins,
A tapestry of hidden sins.

She is the chaos in the stream,
The lucid step within a dream.
An answer built of shattered parts—
A cipher drawn in human hearts.
Whoa , this poem is AMAZING ✨! So much depth and mystique . Captivating imagery and metaphors . She's like a cosmic enigma . Breathtaking vibe .
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