People write:
They write emailsAnd lists
They write blog posts
And comment on the world
But people don’t write.
The dance of pen on paper is slowly forgotten
Replaced
By clattering plastic
And uniform text.
Frost rimes the grass Breath clouds, visible Am I a dragon? Or a puffing train? I selfishly guard my mug Hoarding the warmth Shivering...
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