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Apr 2023
My fingers triggered me to write. 

My hands were not ready, they took to flight.

My pen walked over to my paper and in rebellion, the duo walked away hand in hand.

I blinked and blinked in disbelief

Probably these blinding lights 

Did the trick.

Unsure I was about it all.

Yet when I searched and searched 

I realized they were gone.
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