</>The Keyboard is just a joke; it is no key to my question.
the typing sound is, at first, infuriating.
But then i hear a sudden transformation to piano-playing..
Elegant but disturbing,
when my name is renamed as Punk.
i'm dying in your promise,
which makes me feel like a kind of mildew.
Set the noise of the telly to a higher degree,
keeping me awake.
so that i won't miss your phone call and
a long-awaited door bell.
A promise keeps me waiting,
And i, at all costs,
keep the wait promising..
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