like a Stephen King
story.
my printer
began printing
during the night and
wouldn't stop.
i came into
the dark room
and pushed all the buttons,
pulled the plug,
but it kept
going
and going until
the paper
was out.
i fed it more paper.
then it continued on.
i started to read what
it was printing.
it was story
of my life.
from birth until now.
i shut
the door to block
the noise
and went back to bed.
i didn't want
to know
how it all turned out.
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