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Christopher Wingate

Baltimore
Christopher Wingate
Baltimore
Monday, April 18, 2011

Dirty Little Typerwriter

Comfort me, archaic little lover.

Touching... feeling... pressing...
Rapid thrusting.

Thrusting.

Friction.

Thrusting!

Bleeding... release.

This is your last time in this attic;

You're old and worn out.

And besides...

You were never good at keeping our secret, anyway.
Christopher Wingate
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COMMENTS
Carla Vicknair 19 April 2011
Ah! This is gorgeous. What piece of writing or tool used for writing ever good at keeping a secret? (;
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Kayla Daley 18 April 2011
lol this poem to me is actually amusing because at first it sounds like you are talking about sex- yes i am ashamed of my dirty mind but i like it really is written well
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Chyna Parker 18 April 2011
I really like this one the ending was wonderful and your style of writing is a breath of fresh air :) well done Love Chyna
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