I click and click
at this machine. long into the night.
in the early
morning.
at 4 pm.
no difference to me.
love and death.
joy and sorrow.
something
will come up and find
its way upon the page, will
leave my
wilting brain
and exit out by my fingers,
some to be saved,
some
ready to swirl down
any nearby drain.
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