I bow, a little harder than usual, over stained desk keyboard,
wondering if I even mean a word
alternating between literature and ***********
So directionless, so absurd
Guessing doubles at the tap of every stroke in mind
each ******** met with loathing
and an instinctive feeling
that in this blind city
the
seeing eye dogs all laugh,
just before croaking,
at how I'm just as ******* blind
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 10:25 AM UTC
I bow, a little harder than usual, over stained desk keyboard,
wondering if I even mean a word
alternating between literature and ***********
So directionless, so absurd
Guessing doubles at the tap of every stroke in mind
each ******** met with loathing
and an instinctive feeling
that in this blind city
the
seeing eye dogs all laugh,
just before croaking,
at how I'm just as ******* blind
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