farewell typewriter now you've gone awayoverdramatic and underfedto visions unheard of in any bedI checked my mailbox, but you weren't insidewould calling be trouble, I bet it would beplease greet the angel with courtesyfull color pictures of a black and white worlda slow dissolve as a new scene's unfurledI'm tired, so tired, my jaw won't movenever providing a method to provethat we love typewriter more than she'll knowsearching through cupboards to reprobatethe evil bestowed her when she was eightno dollar signs in her asterisk facenow just a hyphen and I can't replacefarewell typewriterI love typewriter more than you knowwho said that being in one place was dullI never answered when my arms were fullI'm never competing with history againI'm never to write on typewriter, my friend

 

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