Dirty Little Typerwriter Poem by Christopher Wingate
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.
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
I really like this one the ending was wonderful and your style of writing is a breath of fresh air :) well done Love Chyna
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:11:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ah! This is gorgeous. What piece of writing or tool used for writing ever good at keeping a secret? (;