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Apr 7
Putting pixel to page,
he types.

Tap.
Tap.
Tap.

Fingers flurry away,
he swipes.

Zap.
Zap.
Zap.

Showing symptoms of age
he writes.

Crap.
Crap.
Crap.
Hello, I'm (maybe) back. Easing in.
Callum Wood
Written by
Callum Wood  28/M/Newcastle, England
(28/M/Newcastle, England)   
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