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don't let the words die in you
day ten: affliction of technology
Sunday, April 10, 2011

You are strings of Words
that Glow Freakishly beneath little
Dew drops of Pixels and Mashed
up Colour and font
You are threads of Numbers
flash, Flash on the Harshly smooth Surface
Like obituaries, Like the
Mourning after
You are the White Noise
of your Voice, carried Not
presently but Retroactively over
Space to get Here, Here, Here
Now
You Are Nothing
But what you say on a screen

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