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Dirty Little Typerwriter

Comfort me, archaic little lover.

Touching... feeling... pressing...

Angel Like Me

When holding your heart;
I could paint your soul.
With every color,
Just not blue.

Human Nature

My skin is the earth,
Hardened from abuse.

My lips are the wind,

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