diaperedslave
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Empty Keyboard By Timothy B. Chiacchira I fingered the keyboard, press against me, Letter me; dot me with your courses One after another, pound down on me Drive me into a string spinning round Its focus binding noun and verb. Receive me, carved from aether Vibration of an empty lovesong. Like doves wings submerged Beating noiselessly without air Struggling for flight. Holding on me bid me stay In your empty cup With no religion or any limit No rapture tonight.. Just sleep on this imperfect day The flowers weep beneath me Making no particular sound As I press against the finger An empty line...
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