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Moving here and moving there Moving a million miles With eyes red, eyes dead Tapping a million times. It's no teleport, no airplane, No magical ride Instead of walking out the doors In the pixels we confide. Aimless tip-tap like water drops Ticking as sound of time Punching letters, beating keys, Trying to make a rime. Lovely surfs, lovely speed, Not so lovely is sleep, When the ghost of eyes Stuck in the mist of lies Screen to screen takes a leap. Pixels here, pixels there, Pixels all around, Life here, life there, Real life all gone.
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
Pixeled life
Moving here and moving there Moving a million miles With eyes red, eyes dead Tapping a million times. It's no teleport, no airplane, No magical ride Instead of walking out the doors In the pixels we confide. Aimless tip-tap like water drops Ticking as sound of time Punching letters, beating keys, Trying to make a rime. Lovely surfs, lovely speed, Not so lovely is sleep, When the ghost of eyes Stuck in the mist of lies Screen to screen takes a leap. Pixels here, pixels there, Pixels all around, Life here, life there, Real life all gone.
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
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