Sinead Murphy · Jan 16, 2012
iKid

Like so many others,
I’ve built a comfortable world
Here.
Self-contained, decorated with praise.
The giddy brightness of primary colours
Keep my energy levels up; why,
I could type forever here in the semi-darkness
Of my den.
Emboldened fonts show my strength,
A quote or two solidifies it.
Why smile in person anymore?
Brackets and semi-colons project
Happiness here;

The new real world.

 
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