Sometimes, I just need,
to type, to hear-
tap tat tap tat tap tat-
that rhythm, hands
dancing, on these
keys, mind churning
spilling forth,
tap tat tap tat-
proving, I’m alive,
present, accounted for-
Remington, reminding me,
You’re still here man.
loving, the taps-
something
to say, even
if, it’s
garbage…

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