My soul pours out my fingertips, dropping key by key.
My soul pours out my fingertips, onto glowing screen.
Silent template filling up with tiny scribbled things;
Black on white can mean so much when golden liquid enthralls me.
My soul pours out my fingertips, drains me key by key.
My soul pours out my fingertips onto glowing screen.
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