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Apr 2014
I sit
and I type
and I watch the words flow

Onto the screen,
no longer paper
an outdated source

But my screen can't
express my emotions
the words so uniform

straight lines,
and perfect curves to create
the letters and the words

but this is not me
you cannot know me
from what you read

with no personalization
and no hand made
creation.

this
is not
poetry.

this is words,
on a screen,
read monotonously

by a stranger,
too strange,
I'm sure.

It's
a
pity.

Lets start a revolution.
Dak
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Dak
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