staring at a screen till my eyes dry up
deft fingers on the keys
while the
piano
eats
dust.
making new friends but everyone is looking down
i guess eye contact and conversation
are
old
news
now.
because our footprints exist in glorious binary online
so we have ceased to care to cast them on earth.
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Alphabet Salad
Poetrymy system is clogged with metaphor and i need to get it out A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY (!) nb: if lack of capitalisation and 'artistic' punctuation don't tickle your pickle, apologies but this book is not for you [working title] probable swearing... y...
