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In quiet corners, I may roam, Silent explorer in your digital home. I follow your hand with easy grace, A tiny navigator in cyberspace.

In corners dark where dust may creep, A silken net where insects leap, A whisper's thread, In shadows spread, A home where tiny spiders sleep.

I have two mouths and a throat, an interstellar road. To use me is to destroy me, at least, that's the theory.

I’m something you can copy perfectly, yet the original never disappears. I get smaller when you compress me, but smarter when you train me. I live in layers, travel in packets, and die when corrupted. People argue whether I should be free.